Not a member of the Quilting Hall of Fame, as far as I know, but I assume she was famous for something. Or maybe she was just the wife or daughter of Mr Macdonald.
My mother allowed me to take this needle packet back home to my house after visiting her just after Christmas. It is a marvel of graphic design and invokes in me a nostalgia for time when needles were made in England rather than China, when notions were packaged in paper and purchased at a drapery and when people had to save up for all sorts of things, even small ones. If you’ve ever heard the expression ‘pin money’ (meaning a small amount of pocket money), that harks back to a day when ladies saved up their money to buy new needles.
We’ve come a long way, baby, but just maybe we’ve also left something behind on that journey.