It seems harmless enough. Although I am not sure what these little things are or how they would be used or even why they would be used, I feel I am well prepared in having them.
Ok, digging farther leads me to believe there is hope for this sewing box yet.
When all else fails, use glue. That oughta work, right?
Finally at long last, through the carnage of my well stocked sewing kit I find the needle in the wreckage. Hiding, in the corner, with a stray button and some thread. Think they are trying to tell me something?!
So, there you have it. My Monica closet if you will. My deepest, darkest secret. My reason 523 why I don't volunteer to help make costumes for the Christmas play. My, I have to give mom something to talk about in therapy (hey, I'm just doing my part)!
2 hours, 1 blog post and 16 pictures later, Becca's bears surgery went well. He is healing nicely in bed snuggling with his owner. As for the surgeon, she is putting her tools away. Yep, all of them right back where they were. Have I mentioned I don't like change?