I have been thinking about this for the past few days, and I have only been quilting about 3 years, though I have sewn my whole life, I feel like I have only really gotten into it the past 5. If I ever met Doctor Who and was offered a ride in the TARDIS, I would ask him to take me and leave me with my grandma and great grandma in 1985 so I could make sure my little self listened and learned all I could when I could. But back to the point, I haven't been at it as long as a lot of the other ladies, so I don't have anything brilliant to share. But I do have a box and jar of items i keep going back to, if anything often for inspiration.
The cigar box belonged to my Aunt Despina, who sewed and knit. The cigar box came from Uncle Sammie, who smoked stogies. Whenever I think of them, I think of Red Pop. When we would go over to visit as kids, she would always give us Cherokee Red Pop. But in the box, which my mom gave me after Aunt Despina passed, is a treasure trove of snaps, needles, and sewing knick knacks. I love this box. and her safety pin tin. When I use something of hers, like the beautiful mother of pearl snaps she bought (from Hills, which went out of business in the late 80's) I have her with me in my sewing room.