My grandma called me a few weeks ago and asked me if I would be interested in her old sewing machine. Interested? How soon can I pick it up?
My grandpa bought this post WWII gem for my grandma soon after they were married. It makes me smile just to think about all the things my grandma (a quilting wizard) whipped up on this baby.
I don’t know what I love the most about this machine. The history of my grandma who learned to sew from her mother and the projects made on this machine or the craftsmanship of the machine and it’s accompanying table. As you can see I can fold the machine up inside of the table turning my sewing station into a desk. How cool is that?
My grandma learned to sew from her mother (who I’m named after) who used to move her sewing machine onto the porch in the summer to work. (How much do I love that?) So in her honor I’ve set her machine up in front of my front room window over looking the porch. So this summer I can open the windows, watch my little boy play in the front yard and sew to my little hearts content. Just the thought of that is wonderful.
As I’m sitting here my mind is overflowing with thoughts of craftsmanship and heritage and making things of lasting value and worth. I’m sure I’ll be posting more on that soon. Until then I’m off to make taco salads and dream of a summer full of warm breezes and sweet sweet sewing.
Ahhhhh. You got a Pfaff! Happy for you. They’re grand old dames, those vintagey Pfaffs. We have gently-aged Pfaffs in our family, too. A treadle! Much loved, and used by many hands (and feet). I see it every time I visit Mom and Dad in Singapore. Still sews like a dream!