He bought it for me.
I nearly cried with joy and gratitude. I have the best dad ever.
It's some kind of sewing cabinet that unfolds into tons of compartments. I call it my sewing valet. It was still full of Anna Mae's things, most of which I kept. Since I didn't know the age of the thread, I passed it on to the children.
I spent a delightful hour empyting my broken sewing basket from Grandma Weaver and sorting other sundries into the sewing valet. I made the sewing basket into a workbasket because it is so sentimental (if ugly). I had been wanting to replace the sewing basket, but not with a (horrors!) plastic tub and my sewing spot may be evolving in the future, so this sewing valet is absolutely perfect. I also adore cubbyholes.
I am working hard at various projects, most of which I plan to reveal next week in a giant show and tell (ack! I gave myself a deadline!). Well, maybe in the next week or two. New things afoot. . .