A metal trunk and a table cloth


After my siblings and I left home to pursue our dreams, my mom put away the things that each of us treasured, in three huge metal trunks, one for each of us.

They clanged and made loud noises each time they were opened, allowing us a peek into our past and the things that meant a lot to each of us.

Just before I got married, my mom asked me if I wanted to take the trunk with me. I was attached to the trunk and decided to take it to my new home. I still have it,  a big blue one.

But before my wedding, I cleared the trunk. What fun it was, it had yellowed books by Enid Blyton, a tennis ball that I got free with a chocolate drink, hundreds of stickers, my slam books from high school and university, a book where I copied my favourite quotes, pressed dry flowers from our garden, a few beads and pebbles, and a table cloth from our craft class in school.

We had a compulsory craft class from Grades 6 through 8. Each year, we were expected to complete two projects. We learnt how to make plastic wire bags, a green parrot lampshade, embroidered handkerchiefs, a table cloth and many others.

The tablecloth was white in colour;  we had to draw floral patterns at the four corners and in the middle. Then using all the stitches we had learnt, we had to embroider the cloth.

My mom was very happy with the final product and displayed it proudly at home, for everyone to see.

As with everything else, newer, better things took precedence and the table cloth faded from memory, till it resurfaced when I cleared the trunk. I still have it with me. Here are the pictures.

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A tablecloth with memories of our childhood trapped in its stitches, of pretty flowers and picnic baskets, of butterflies on a meadow, of carefree school days gossiping with friends as we sewed on….

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29 Responses to A metal trunk and a table cloth

  1. AmyRose🌹 says:

    I used to embroider and cross stitich so I know how wonderful this art is. Great post, Nimi. (((HUGS))) Amy ❤

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  2. Erika Kind says:

    A treasure box of memories, wonderful!

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  3. This is so beautiful! Even I have a few of my school craft projects and other childhood things at my mom’s home..they are the real treasures of life.

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  4. Pretty impressive. I could never do anything like that. You are lucky your mother made those trunks up for you.

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    • nimi naren says:

      Yes…craft was compulsory but then most of us ended up liking it because if the wonderful teacher we had☺☺

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      • Oh that’s good. I remember I once ended up taking shop and I just hated it all around. I would do anything to get out of it. Do you know what shop is?? Shop class? Not sure if they use that term in your culture. Here’s the definition just in case:
        a class in which practical skills such as carpentry or engineering are taught.

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      • nimi naren says:

        Oh..that’s a new term. We did not have this in school. That’s lovely. So what did you make?

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      • Well it was a while ago but I remember doing a bit of pottery but i didn’t like it. I used to get these bumps on my hands in the cold weather (they are called chillblanes). They were a bit sensitive and itchy but not to bad. In any case, I always tried to use that as an excuse for not participating.

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      • nimi naren says:

        Lol….😆😆

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  5. NJ says:

    Its beautiful 🙂 I never learned this art though :p but yours is truly pretty 🙂 childhood and hidden treasures of memories 🙂

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  6. Sahar Sultan says:

    Wow! You made those in the 8th grade? Awesome!
    I remember I couldn’t get a single stitch right back then (I had a compulsory crafts class too, lol)
    Love your blog! I’m following you
    xx

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  7. andeepak says:

    Oh Awesome!!!, I remember doing something with great difficulty no where close

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  8. Like a beautiful time capsule! How fun for you to look back and recall earlier days.

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