If you are crumbing along…and working ahead like me…you might feel like a BOMB went off in your sewing area….Does yours look anything like mine?!?!
Little scraps and bits are EVERYWHERE!! I am full of strings and snippets. It is crazy. Oh…and did you see Mildred there?
A funny little happenstance came about this week. If you didn’t know, I am trying to sew two crumb quilts at once. I am trying to keep up with using my recycled fabrics for the sample crumb along blocks and quilt….PLUS I am trying to make some Civil War reproduction type blocks. I was driving myself CRAZY. I would sew a few and then clean up one set of scraps…then drag out the other scraps and work on that.
Sunday I told my husband I need another machine…nothing fancy just another machine. I decided if I found something decent used I just might pick one up. He of course just rolled his eyes and said ya…I decided to drop the sewing machine thing. I could tell by the tone of his voice he thought I was being goofy, and after thinking about it, I decided another sewing machine was a bit excessive for me.
Monday rolls around and I was doing errands and stopped at the local Goodwill. I was on the hunt for an orange or cheddarish color shirt to do with my crumbs. I loved the yellow in the last quilt and wanted that color again….no luck. I figured as long as I was there, I would just look around….and there I found Mildred…the Singer sewing machine in the picture.
I tested her a bit in the store and $30 later she was MINE! If I remember right, it looks similar to the one my sister sewed on in the early 70’s. With a bit of oil and full bobbin she is working like a charm. She is busy working on the Civil War fabrics and my Bernina is working on the shirt scraps.
I named her Mildred after an old lady I knew from my younger days. My dad grew up on a farm near her. She eventually became his first teacher. The district hired her because she could speak both English and Swedish. In our area that was necessary because there were so many kids that mostly spoke Swedish including my dad. Years and years later, honestly about 48 years later, when I was in fourth grade, we had a substitute teacher. She was an older lady with gray hair and a calico dress. She dressed old and had very sturdy serviceable shoes. She walked up to me and in front of everyone, she pulled my cheek and said, “Oh you must be Carl’s (my dad) girl.” I didn’t know who she was at the time. She had moved to a neighboring town and taught there. She just happened to be substitute teaching at my school that day. I was confused at how she would know me.
I went home and told the story to my parents. My dad laughed and told a story about how she took a ruler and slapped his fingers when he was in 1st grade. Apparently Dad had taken a scissor and was cutting up his reading flash cards. That scared me and I hoped she wouldn’t be our substitute again. She wasn’t.
Later I got to know Mildred. She was a nice lady. She was always neat, clean and tidy. She did wonderful work. She continued to dress in a serviceable manner. The Singer is the same. She stitches neat and tidy. She does wonderful work and she is completely serviceable…no real frills….
Mildred the person died years ago…Mildred the sewing machine has been busy….
See how the red constant is POPPING…oh I love the flying geese…more stars are in the process. I am starting to think this project is taking on a mind of it’s own and just might become a full size quilt. I told someone in an email that these little crumb blocks are like potato chips….you can’t just eat one and you’re probably going to end up eating the whole bag!!
If you just happened on my blog, I am hosting a Crumb Along…you can find out more information here. If you’re crumbing along with me don’t forget to check back and see everyone’s progress. You can check Flickr too.