That's right, a sewing machine tucked away in a cabinet. I feel like I might be a bit crazy, but I am so in love with this machine. After I got it all cleaned up and oiled, I just sat back and stared at it while my heart went pitter patter. I'm not sure why I am so obsessed with this, since I actually have another sewing machine that is newer than this one.
This one I purchased back in 1992 or so {whoa, that was forever ago!} I cleaned this one up too and gave it a good oiling since it's been packed in it's original box since probably about 1993. I don't recall why I bought it, but I do recall wanting it badly and stalking it at the old Woolworth's in downtown Minneapolis. They had a soda counter that I would sit at and contemplate all the things I could make if I bought it. So I saved up and spent $100 on it. {This story is making me sound like my grandma, who introduced me to sewing as a young girl.} I sewed an Anne Klein skirt, Vogue suit {shoulder pads and all} and a Toga costume on it all from patterns. Then I sadly packed it all away. It's been fun though digging it back out along with all of the patterns and notions and remembering back. If only I had kept up with it and been proud of myself instead of feeling embarrassed by a "friend" that I enjoyed such a domestic hobby.
Anyways, back to this beauty. This was my husband's mother's sewing machine. Sadly, I never met her. She passed away from ALS {Lou Gehrig's Disease} just three months prior to meeting my husband. It's odd, but I miss her so much, even though we never met. Have you ever had that experience? I think that we would have had common interests and really feel like we would have gotten along well. I wish I could have met her. I think I like this sewing machine so much because it makes me feel closer to her.
And here are some of the treasures that I found in the sewing basket. I have plans for that daisy trim on a worn out shirt of my husband's for a cute little summer sundress for Bear.
