The Story: Rosie

This red toolbox came to me through a friend who had just returned from an estate sale. I didn’t know much about its owner, except that as I cleaned the vessel, my hands came away smudged with black grease, the kind that only comes from years of fixing, repairing, tending. There was a quiet dignity in that. The marks told their own story: of a life that worked hard, loved deeply, and built things meant to last.