Mrs Schellenberg is moving out of the family home. The one she raised her five sons and one magnificent daughter in.
The Schellenbergs are a bit of a Royal Family in these parts. After all, they owned "The Sew and Save Shop" in Steinbach- the sewing shop of my childhood where I went many, many a time with my mother to pick out fabrics for dresses, curtains, and blouses (we said "blouses" in those days. Not "shirts". Nope- "BLOUSES". Sounds a shocking lot like "brazzierre" which I very occasionally heard my mother whisper in hushed tones. Way too intimate to be spoken of.)
Well, I don't want to make you feel bad, but I know one of the Schellenbergs.
I politely pretended not to notice the abomination. And stuck to more charitable thoughts.
I have in my possession many of the notions from the Sew and Save.
I got the kitty and the ducky buttons.
The "Mend-a-pocket". I'm relieved to know that by having this in my possession, I will never lose my keys, change, or etc again. That's a bold statement.
I got clasps for my brassierre. (I couldn't say no to all the naughty things. They'd think me prudish).
"World Famed" hooks and eyes.
A complete and unabridged hanky collection.
They even saved a 1972 calendar for me.
There's no cure for spoiled.
(thanks, Alice. You and your mom are the cutest women on the planet).