The gift includes a bunch of files, a stand like the one I use to hold my pendants when I solder, a saw, a bunch of hemostats (which I have always wanted!), a bunch of needlenose pliers (including one just like the one I'd just dropped eight bucks on--darn!--but a bunch just like the ones I don't have any money for--score!), some beautiful polished stones, turquoise and quartz and some marble and I don't know what else, that Willow has taken for her collection (she pores over them constantly like Scrooge McDuck--mental note to check out some books on rock identification to get the learnin' in) and this baby, which I wish you would tell me what it is, because it looks so sweet: Glass nippers? Wire cutters? Phalange pinchers? Do tell.
We also found this in the toolbox, which Willow has also spent many days walking around holding up to her eye:
She says, "Mama, it's magic! It makes things look bigger!" Freakin' magic show.
The best part of the gift, though, was folded up in the very bottom of the toolbox. Look, it's Grandpa's apron:And now Matt wears it when he putters around the house, too. Thanks, Grandma Bangle.