Once upon a time when but a wee one I set eyes on a very old treadle sewing
machine. It stood enticingly silent, seducing my imagination. The rocking foot
pedal, the gleaming black paint, the gold artistry, the exposed belt, the shiny silver
parts and the well oiled fragrance fascinated me.
Later, in the early '60's my mother purchased a brand new straight stitch Singer
sewing machine. I was intrigued watching her make shorts and blouses, pajamas
and robes. As she cut out the pattern pieces I knew the scraps would be mine, to
create anything I wanted! My doll's wardrobe of patternless, hand cut, hand sewn
skirts, tops, dresses and gowns grew bigger and bigger.
after garment. Other projects appeared. My brother built the
I would take my own measurements and dream up garment
frame of a couch and I crafted the covered cushions. A
neighbor found out and I was asked to make a covered pad
for a piano bench. The library needed custom curtains for its
contemporary style windows so I launched into creating the
three foot by eighteen foot panels they needed.
I have a brand new sewing machine now and await your
What are your wishes?