A kind, thoughtful, and unbelievably generous friend who works as a museum exhibit preparator dropped this by today. As a gift. For no reason other than the goodness of his heart. Unlock the bentwood case with its tiny key, take the case off, and what do you see inside?
...one that started up and worked beautifully the moment it was plugged into the wall?
This was the point when Dusty D had to sit down. I stared at my friend who was nonchalantly making a straight stitch on the cloth, and blinked a few times. I think.
Whose fingers wore off the scrollwork? What were they making? Clothes for their family? What women before me sat down at this treasure and made useful things?
Every part of this creation was made with a most skilled craftsman's care as to beauty and grace in addition to lasting functionality. I was agog to see the combined delicacy, toughness, and meticulous accuracy of the machined parts. My dad is a machinist, and has made many model steam engines among countless other projects. I know he would admire this elegant machine.
It is so cleverly and skillfully made, and unfolds into a four-part container holding all the attachments. I admired the care that went into orienting the woodgrain so that it made a four-way ray when the box is closed. Carefully-cut dovetails hold the pieces together. All by itself, this little box is a gorgeous antique.
Dusty D feels awed, humbled, and enormously enriched to become the next person in line to preserve this unbelievable jewel for those after me. She is so grateful to her generous and amazingly skilled friend, who restored this old grand-dame to its sparkling condition.


