That's right my friends. Some people have skeletons in their closets. My mother has sewing machines in hers. Old machines seek her out like stray cats looking for kibble. They plead to her sadly from their garage sale tables and thrift store shelves, and she lovingly lugs them home and puts them through a rehab program, where they await adoptive homes.
Mom is here visiting for her regularly scheduled grandkid fix and trip to the annual Quilt Show. She brought along this fabulous vintage Singer machine. Ain't she a beaut?
I've taken to calling her Betty.
Today Betty and I are working on a project my daughter started: doll bedding. My daughter did all the piecing for two doll quilts weeks ago, but my machine broke before she could get far into quilting them. Betty and I quilted them both today, made two little doll pillowcases with the scrap fabric, and started piecing the binding strips.
There are lots of other projects in the queue for finishing, too. We're going to have a Sewing Marathon tomorrow and try to finish as much as possible. Stay tuned for pics!
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