These objects literally falling apart.
Once held dear and close by various women, their names almost entirely gone.
Their handiwork now forgotten, disused.
As good as buried.
I cannot save every story or even every object. This makes me sad, but also gives me a reason to produce art. If your grandmother or sister or friend makes you something, please keep it and keep it safe, for women’s work and women’s objects will be thrown out with the trash and are often not marked. What are we worth? Who are these women? How long did it take them to make a beaded bag or a night gown?