Well, now it is Sept.! and I am still wondering where July went.
The above little girl in the photo is not me. (Don't you admire her intensity?) My mother
would not allow me to come close to a sewing machine at that age. She said I would sew through my finger and sure enough, about 45 years later I did. I attribute it to disturbed hormone levels and a slant needle sewing machine. Everyone knows my miniature quilts are hand pieced. But what you don't know is that I love sewing machines. We actually collect antique ones - you guessed it - mostly miniatures. Also for the last 30 years I have been entranced with Singer sewing machine attachments. They made some really strange things and I love them all. Yesterday, my husband and I were at the county seat paying our real estate taxes and decided to visit the antique shops on the square. He spotted this:
Till next time......