This box introduced me to Kate. As far as brief research tells me, this is what is known as a “boudoir box” from the 1900s. Great Aunt Muriel handed it to me along with a lidded cardboard box tied with string. That one was bulging with textiles. Aprons, camisoles, and the collars and cuffs I’ve shared, along with many other things. Muriel had told me she was giving me Kate’s things, her handwork, because I love textiles. This fabric box seemed at the time to be an aside, a “thought you might as well have this one, too,” sort of a gesture. The textiles are amazing, and I love to finger the things in that box.
This box, though, changed everything. It is full of letters, postcards, invitations and advertisements and newspaper clippings. It is a time capsule. Its contents planted the seed in me to tell story through the artifacts people leave behind. I see it, I open it, and I am taken back to another time. Two boxes. Endless treasure.