I have a treasure chest - well it is in my eyes, as it is both useful but also with some treasured memories.
It is a sewing box from the 1930s and it used to belong to my mother. My mother had not used it since she moved away from home, so when my grandmother passed away I inherited it.
It is being used to what it was originally intended for
It also contains items no longer used - this embroidery I made in school at the time I had horses on my brain. It hung on the door to my room.
I also inherited my grandmothers sewing box, but unfortunately it was in such a bad state, that it could not be rescued. Inside that box was this little box which is more than 50 years old - and my grandmother used it for needles and so do I.