fond memories

Today during the aforementioned craftaganza, I was doing some sewing on my grandma's old sewing machine. I remember sitting in the "spinny-aroundy" chair eating the butter and sugar sandwiches (yeah, it's true) she made for me watching her sew on this very machine. Never imagined thirty-ish years later that I'd be creating on it too.



I asked my mom why she wasn't using her sewing machine? "Honestly," she said "this one works better."

They just don't make them like they used to. I heart this machine. It's loud, the needle isn't quite in the center and it has absolutely no fancy stitches. Hopefully it will get passed down to me someday.....cause it'll probably work better than mine.