Hoarding

I've just realised where my hoarding instinct comes from.

Went on a teeny adventure - to the cupboard under the stairs.  Found Nana's sewing box.
Here's an assortment of the things that were in it.

If you look really carefully, you can see that she's labelled the little bags, "LACE" and "BUTTONS", the lace looks as if it was taken from an underslip (now there's an old-fashioned word)

And as for this little lot.....I love the little folding scissors. But why has she kept the stripe from Dad's uniform?