Tolentreasures

  First of all,  I have lived in this house 19 years.  That is officially the longest i have lived anywhere, ever in 63 years. I guess that meant that I never lived anywhwere long enough  to change what I had done.  I might have repainted but never had to strip my own wallpaper.  I guess I should apologize to all those people that bought houses that I had gone wallpaper crazy in over the years.    And I really loved wallpapering.    This was my last place I had wallpapered. 19 years ago, when I moved in.    I am not as young as I was then.    And this is kicking my butt.     After an entire day working on this yesterday,  and not being as far along as i thought  I would be in my mind,  I am almost too sore to go back to it this morning.    Full disclosure: My mind might think my body is a little younger than it is.     …update, tomorrow!     

So, the saga of the hutch. I beleive it is creating a history of it’s own.    My mom and dad moved last July to a smaller house.  Mom had all these beautiful cobalt dishes that she displayed in her old (larger) house on a plate rail that ran all around her dining room.    The new kitchen has a place for a hutch and we started to look for one.  A woman walked in the shop one day with a picture of this one for a great price.   I would have to go and pick it up.    The problem was... I was on crutches and non weight bearing.  But the hutch was perfect.  So, a quick call to my grandsons and a suggestion to draw straws  over who gets HAS to go with gramma.    Logan draws short straw and off we go.    First of all, the man at the house insists, vehemently that it won’t fit.  I calmly tell him it will.  He gets out a tape measure and begins to measure.    I tell the woman and Logan to just load it.  and while he is still measuring,  they load it, we pay and leave.

Back to the basics.   That is what this machine is.    I learned to sew on an old brown Singer in the late 60’s.  My mom’s was fancier than this one.  It actually made some fancy stitches  and  this is just a straight stitch.  I could not wait to get a new fancy sewing machine,  it was what I asked for when I graduated from high school.  I researched and chose a JC Penney machine.  It served me well for years, while my mom kept using the old brown Singer.  Eventually mom’s machine was retired.  Where it went is actually sketchy.   Mom moved on and has had several new machines.  I have had a couple of newer Singers,  a Brother that worked hard for many years,  but always on the lookout for an  Old Brown Singer.  I found this one and another at yard sales.  They are sisters.  The one sister needs a little help, but this one keeps plugging away. I also have a newer Singer that does some fancy stitches, but for straight, regular stitching,  I always return to th