I had fully intended for today to be a 'clearing up and getting on top of housework-y type stuff' day, but actually it seems that a 'doing nothing much at all' day was what was needed.
It's been
an emotional week and a busy one and today feels like the first day in a while I've had a chance to stop and just be. So after some half arsed attempts at moving stuff from one place to another and washing some dishes, I found myself getting more stuff out instead of putting more stuff away and dusting off Nanny Taylor's Singer...
'Tis a thing of beauty isn't it?
Unfortunately, I don't really have anywhere suitable for it to be out all the time, so it doesn't see the light of day very often, but I would like to get more use out of it - I'm a bit of a wuss when it comes to electric sewing machines and am quite frankly scared of them! Any sewing I do is by hand. Not that I have a problem particularly with that, so much of life is flooded with instant, fast, do it now, get it now type stuff that it's nice to take the slower pace, time to think and breathe option from time to time.
This is Frances Gertrude Taylor (was Maynard), known to me from photos and snippets of conversation as 'Nanny Taylor', and the sewing machine originally belonged to her.
She was my Great Grandfather's third wife, my Nan's (Dad's mum's) step mother, her own mother died when my Nan was nine.
According to Singer, the serial number puts it as being made in 1901 in their Clydebank factory.
I came very close to giving it away a few years ago to someone who would be able to get more use out of it. I'm glad I didn't now though.. I don't usually get emotionally attached to many 'things', but at the moment these connections to the past feel a little more important...
Different grandmother, but got to be said still...
...'winding the bobbin up' ;)