My Sewing Machine

My friend and I were talking about our sewing machines yesterday, so I want to share a photograph and story of mine. My grandmother taught me how to sew when I was a teenager. Her Singer 306K was purchased in 1961, because her doctor thought the treadle machine was too much physical stress for a third pregnancy at the age of 35. We giggle a bit at that now, and my mom wishes she still had that treadle machine. But I'm glad to have the one thing I really wanted when my grandmother passed 10 years ago...her Singer. The one on which she sewed me a frilly dress or two, and the one she patiently taught me to sew on.

Although it is not fancy, it does have 6 stitches and is encased in a sewing cabinet that gives me a little work space. Since I've been putting it to the test lately, I've really learned how to fine tune and make it work sufficiently for my needs. I'll have a new machine of my own someday, but life in an apartment means I don't have room to keep both. And this one is sticking around for a long, long time.