To think she is now remembered. People, a thousand years later, are in awe of her beautiful needle skills. You and I would be lucky to be a vague memory 20 years after our demise.
It’s interesting to think of the possessions buried with her. We have so much *stuff* that we don’t really value it. But to a woman like this, a good comb, a sturdy, warm pair of boots, some needles and thread, would mean so much!
If she really did make her own boots and the little pouch, I can understand why they were buried with her. Just from my experience with sewing, crafts, etc., I know how greatly we value anything we make with our own hands - or made by the hands of others - especially if it’s a very utilitarian thing, very WELL-made.
I realize that some people think that graves like this should not be disturbed; but I think it’s a very tender, thought-provoking thing that we can discover her and think about her, and her life - it teaches us. This is a ‘shell’ - She hasn’t been there in hundreds of years, and wherever she is now, I don’t think she minds at all ;-)
(I wouldn’t want them to kill my horse, though :-(