Saturday, January 8, 2011
A new to me singer featherweight
You see my mom joined me on my hunt for this sweet little singer after attending Gwen Marston's Beaver Island Quilt retreat. Most of the quilters at the retreat were sewing away on these little sewing machines. They all were just purring away. I have an old machine (the Necchi above) but it sounds more like an M60 machine gun than a content cat. As a side note my husband likes it when I drag that beast out because he says it reminds him of his enlisted days when he was a saw gunner. Ahh....memory lane. I don't know about you, but trying to sew with a machine gun is not a very relaxing thing.
So, back to the Featherweight Hunt. My mom and dad stopped at every antique mall from Texas back to North Carolina. Or they were planning to until they were chatting with my Aunt Helen on their cross country journey and mom mentioned to her what they were looking for. Just so happened that Helen had on in her closet. It had been there for 30 years and mom was welcome to it. So bamm! Mom and dad changed course and picked up her Featherweight in Florida.
Well, I was still on the hunt. I asked mom to mention my quest to my uncle Terry and Aunt Caroline. Their house looks like a history museum. Amazing finds just drop in his lap. I knew if anyone could find a featherweight it would be Them. Well sir, they were out looking through some antique shops with friends and mentioned what they were looking for and low and behold! Beth had her mother's. And I was welcome to it! Yippee!!!
OK, I need to go get ready to take my Emma to a doctor appointment. Have a great Friday! Oh and this was my big news. The featherweight, not a long arm. I have heaps of room for little singers, but none at all for a long arm. Much to my sadness. I would love to have one. I do have 3 quilts all stacked and ready to quilt, but I will be doing them on my Bernina 820.
Thank you so much Terry and Caroline! Thank you Beth, for trusting me with your mother's sewing machine. She couldn't have landed in a better home. I love her already. She will be on her way to the Singer repairman this afternoon.