When I see old-style Singer sewing machines, I immediately think of my Mom. Maybe it's because she's always sewing something- curtains, tablecloths, aprons, pillowcases for my boys. She even sewed my wedding dress, with a broken arm I might add. My mental picture of Mom is one where she's wearing one of her old aprons with a tape measure draped over her shoulders. A thimble is on her finger, and straight pins between her teeth. Yup, that's my Mom.
A few years ago, Mom came across some old Singer sewing machines at a yard sale. You could just hear her light up as she talked about the little treasure she acquired, especially when she described it's miniature size and how it worked like a charm.
I'm Amy. Wife, Mom, former science teacher- and now full time cookie baker on Maryland's Eastern Shore. Pull up a chair and we'll create! I'll bring the coffee- maybe Mike (The Cookie Widower) will make it for us.