Winter light, and quiet times at home, surrounded by a family needing rest and peaceful times as much as I do. Snowy slopes are calling us, but meanwhile, right now, it is time to tidy up the chaos, sort out my creative space, and play.
Once that was done, I got out my little Featherweight, oiled her, and played.
This machine is called Felicity, in honour of my grandmother. I love the idea of naming machines. I remember my Gran teaching me to sew on a hand-cranked Singer, during a special Suffolk summer holiday. Wonderful memories! My grandmother is now 94, and fragile. But what an inspiration she has been to many all those years.
I thought these machines were so popular because they are cute and historic, but I must say that in using her to piece, and quilt, and sew through thick layers, I am really really impressed with how good she is. A real precision little power punch. How gorgeous. How lucky I am.
Happy resting! JJ