A Good Thing
A good thing to do after the sewing session of yesterday. Out came my tool box to clean fuzz and threads caught where they are not wanted or needed. Oiling and a new needle puts the machine in the ready mode.
Sandy asked me yesterday when I had learned to sew. I told her about six or seven. She commented what could I possibly sew at that age to be finished for anything. I have seen some carpet rag rugs in her home that she had bought at a flea market. I went on to tell her that I would sit and tear the strips of old clothes that would go into those rag rugs. Using the treadle sewing machine I would then sew the strips together for my mom keeping like colors together to roll into a ball. It taught me about using the sewing machine needle for a seam that would carry me through much more to come. Her comment was that she wondered how those rugs were made.
Oh the difference in how families did things and how children learned. I wouldn’t trade my up-bringing for anything.
I called Aunt Janet and we had a very good visit and a lengthy one. I have mentioned before that she is my dad’s youngest and only living sibling. Being about ten years apart, we can and do share memories.
There will be an oven dish for supper. A pound of ground beef browned, pasta boiled with plenty of life left in it combined with a jar of Alfredo garlic seasoned sauce. Simple will do the trick.
Tomorrow at 12:55 p.m. Dennis needs to be in Mankato for an eye injection. Dennis commented that at his age, maybe he should forego those appointments. Hmm. I brought him up short. If he liked his little red pickup and the “get in and take a whip” he would need his eyesight. If anything would get him pulled over, I think he would be given a ride home and the little red pickup would have to find its own way home. I like it when a conversation is closed, never to be had again.
With that I will take my leave. ♥