I can hardly believe it's been almost a month since I last posted. I got caught up in the holiday rush as usual and I also may have been ill. I'm not sure. Let me explain. Just before Christmas I was visiting a wonderful blog, Dordogne Quilter, and I think I picked up a virus while scrolling through the pages. I was happily reading about her collection of vintage Singer machines and suddenly started to feel a bit woozy. After that, things were very hazy but when my head cleared a few days later, THIS was sitting on my table
When I look at it I have confused flashes in my mind of Dordogne Quilter trying to justify to her hubby the need of more than one sewing machine, memories of my grandma's quilt which disappeared about 40 years ago (and which I've always sworn to remake), a nice old man who needed help clearing out a house, and the sound advice of my friend at One Gals Trash who told me, " never, ever differentiate between want and need". I'm back to my old self now and have tended to this lovely Singer 15-125. I took her apart, lubricated her, and now she just purrs. Hmmm, that almost sounds like script from a bad porn flic. This little beauty will sew through anything you can get under her foot, including leather. Now I'm sooo glad I won the tug of war with hubby as he was trying to haul my tattered club chair out to the sidewalk a few months back. This brings my total of vintage sewing machines to 4. (I guess I really am ill) Maybe hubby won't notice it but he's becoming suspicious of my old standby of "Oh, I've had that for years". My friend Christine in Canada does this to her husband with animals. I'm not talking just cats and dogs. It's ponies, goats and chickens too .I believe the last incident involved him finding a sheep she was trying hide in the bathtub or something like that, but I tend to exaggerate
Okay, now I'm on a roll and that glass of lovely '85 Médoc is starting to kick in so I'm going to make a quick presentation of eveything else I picked up between Christmas and now, ( the wine is definitely at work, I've just made about 8 typos getting that last sentence out).
This next item is causing a bit of a problem because I didn't think about the fact that I can't just slide/hide it under the bed. But isn't it just the bee's knees?
And all the rest.
Art Deco coffee/tea set with bakelite handles.
Old key rack
Daniel Boone meets Sheena of the Jungle.