The last time I wrote, I wrote about how amazing new sewing machines are... Thread, push a button and your needle is threaded, push another button for your foot to be down and push the go button. Wait, wait, watch, wait... ding - change thread and repeat. You can do laundry, dishes while your machine sews. All in all - pardon my french, that's pretty bad ass. However, I am constantly reminded of people in my past. The unbelievable, amazing creations they were able to do with a pair of scissors, thread, needle and fabric they could get. Have you ever tried to make a quilt from a pattern from the early 20th century? Have you ever watched someone quilt on a wooden quilt frame? Have you ever sewn on a treadle?
Talked to my sister yesterday and she thinks I'm crazy. Well crap sticks, that's a new one! "You're crazy for wanting to learn everything about sewing machines." I do want to learn everything I can about sewing machines. I want to take them apart and put them back together so I understand them. I did it with my old computers. I'm not quite sure what the difference is.
I will always, always piece quilts. I love to calculate. I love to look at a quilt that has been pieced and figure out how many pieces of fabric are in that quilt. I get it right at 73% of the time. This is what I love. Does it make any sense? NO! Does it serve a purpose? NO. It serves a purpose to my aging brain. As long as I'm breathing, I'm counting. What was that song, was it on Sesame Street? Reading Rainbow... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 eleven twelve.
In turn we have this...
Yes, what can be done with the press of a button, can be done with patience. My Great Aunt Dora started this beautiful piece. She was an unique person. I think of marbles, cats, an old phone, the homestead, hair as black as the night, widows peak, Uncle Gus and Aunt Louise. But mostly cats. Lots and lots of cats. Anyways, my sister finished it for me and it's one of my treasured pieces.
Then's there is this... I often tell people this right here was the most amazing gift my boy, RyGuy ever gave me - other then my dogs. Guess where he found it? In the trash. Works perfect. Greatest thing about loving to piece quilts, straight stitch baby, straight stitch!
I'll post my other sewing machine that belonged to my beautiful Grandma when my computer and phone decide to be friends. I do believe I have mentioned she was a little crazy as well. I use to venture out in the woods behind their farm house and Grandma would insist on checking me for ticks. She was always right, and the next step was fingernail polish from Dollar General to suffocate it. Gross. I don't think it was the Dollar General then. So pigs were suppose to fly today. Or maybe sewing machines from the past will be live again. Who knows what the day holds.