Oh, and the chocolate sauce on the cherry on the cake? It's all mine. Well, my mother's, but she's given me (almost) free rein to scour it for goodies to share with you lovely lot.
Before you begin to question whether my mother is, in fact, one of those women who has too many cats and hasn't thrown out any rubbish since 1983, I feel obliged to point out that she used to be an antique dealer. Even though her shop was more about mahogany desks and fine art than fabric scraps, she kept every gorgeous thing that came into her hands, and recently she's allowed me to go through it for stock for my Etsy store.
Stacks of magazines and ephemera galore? Check.
Of course, not every single box is a treasure trove... Lightbulb, anyone?