... there was a shiny new sewing machine. Fresh out of the Elizabeth, NJ factory in 1923. She was a sturdy gal, and ever so lovely. She was powered by a treadle, and was always reliable while mothers made clothes for daughters, and patient while little girls spent hours learning to sew. She was loved for many years and was brought from house to house and even traveled all the way across the country. She was happily handed down to grown up daughters.
When this precious sewing machine was about 50 years old, she was sold to a new family. She would miss the kind family that she was used to, but bravely moved on and did her job proudly.
As the years went by, she seemed to spend more of her time sitting quietly in the background, and was used less and less. Finally she was replaced all together by modern electric machines. Each year she continued to gather dust, dirt and spiderwebs. She wasn't so shiny and lovely anymore, but she didn't care too much about that. What she really longed for was to sew, to be useful again.
Then one foggy fall day she found herself in the back of a car! She was being moved again after all of these years.
She was set in a special spot in a warm sewing room, and her new owner got to work, carefully scrubbing her clean. She was beginning to feel like herself again. Even her wood was polished, and each gear carefully oiled. There was something familiar about her new owner, she reminded her of her first family. She couldn't believe she was being fussed over so! And then it happened... she began to sew, happily purring along with every perfect stitch. She was home.
Please say hello to my new sewing machine my friends! I am over the moon. I still can't believe how she came to be mine. Not too horribly long ago my family was visiting an old church in our little town. It's not our church, but the one that my grandparents belonged to when I was a baby, before they moved from Oregon to Texas. While we were there a kind old woman came over to say hello, and in conversation I told her who my grandparents were. She fondly remembered them and then she asked me a question.
"I have your grandmother's old treadle sewing machine, would you like to have it?" ---
I can't believe it, after more than 30 years of selling the old machine, that has been in my family ever since my mom can remember, and that could have been gone forever, is in my sewing room. My great-grandma Martha's machine. The very machine that my mother, and probably her mother, used to learn to sew on. My mom was so exited when I told her. She can't wait to see it.
It's got an electric light on the back. Ooh so fancy! The plug was all smooshed so my sweet husband got right to work and attached a new plug for me. Good as new!
She really does have perfect stitches! My little girls even took her for a spin. They told me that this is the only machine they want to sew on from now on!!... Unless they get a Hello Kitty sewing machine... of course.
There are even left overs in the drawers! And some CRAZY looking feet. I vow to learn what the french toast they are for, and how to use them.
Can you tell that I'm beaming? While playing with my great-grandSinger I came up with a little idea. I like being able to have patterns for whatever project I'm working on up and out of the way of my work space, but so I can still see them while I'm working. So this idea popped into my head this morning.
Take one old wash board, (thanks mom!!) and some pretty magnets, and voila!
Enough pictures for ya? Admitting I have a problem is the first step...
I can't stop myself. Here's one for the road.
Thank you all so much for spending a little bit of your day with me! I'm hoping to crawl out of my 'I'm really far behind on everything and can't seem to catch up' hole and get caught up on all of your fabulous blogs this weekend.
That, and do some old school sewing on my new machine. Really it's not mine, it belongs to the wonderful women in my family, past and future. I'm just thankful she made it back to us, and that I get to be her caretaker for awhile. x