My sisters and I have this ongoing joke about "shopping at Mom's". Every once in a while, my parents decide its time to clean out their garage. The things they decide they don't have room for anymore are put to the side wall, and then we sisters can 'go shopping'! As the eldest and most nostalgic of the sisters I usually end up with the 'oldest' goods. Last week, among other treasures, I received my Grandmothers sewing machine!
An old hand-crank version, litterly held together with 'bandaids', (look at the lower left hand corner) this machine represents (to me) the heart of creativity on my mothers side of the family. My grandmother, a rather stylish lady, as seen in the photo of her out walking with my mother in the 30's, not only sewed her own clothing on this machine, but also most of the clothing for her 4 children.
And then when her own children left the nest, she began sewing for all the grandchildren! I still have the wonderful 'doll clothes bag' she made for my 5th birthday. Unfortunately the doll clothes are long gone, but it did arrive with an outfit or two. She also sewed bedside hangings for all of us grandkids, and occassional 'special' items, like this little 'apron dress' (with girl and carriage appliqued on front) that I am wearing in this old photo from the 60's.
My own mother learned to sew on this machine, and like my grandmother, sewed most of my clothing when I was small. Looking at the well worn cogs and lovely patina of the ivory handle, I feel a full circle of creativity in this machine - from my Grandmother to my Mother to Me to my Daughter, a legacy of love for sewing and for the art and craft of everyday!