Too Much Time, Very Few People

When you've got a lot of time, a lot of thoughts can be thunk.

One of mine recently was, "Why DO I still have my sewing machine?"

I haven't used it once in the new place, which isn't all that new anymore.

The last time I used it was...Mmmm...maybe 4 years ago, even though a few babies have been born. I used to always make new babies a quilt, but I've seriously lost interest. It was last serviced in 2007! Yikes!

So, why a machine? 

Well, here she is! I tried to find where the manufacturing year is stamped on it, but I couldn't remember where that is. Anyway, when I bought it in 1980, it was about 20-25 years old. It's seen a lot of use! There were all of the baby quilts in the 1980's and 1990's. There were the dozens & dozens of work jeans patching for my EX. There were a variety of wall hangings and so on. There were scarves made for family members (posted here eons ago). There was use. Now there is not. I tried to do some online research to see what it may be worth, if anything, but didn't have much luck. It may end up as a surprise for someone at Goodwill or maybe the used vacuum & sewing shop? I can't tell you how heavy this thing is, so I won't be putting it in the car til I have a better idea of what I'm doing with it. Maybe Project Linus would be a good resource? Mmm...things to consider.

 

Anyway, I don't know why this feels so important to do right now, but it does. 

I just don't see myself as a maker these days. Over my adult years, I've done many kinds of making, creating things I felt compelled to create or materials I wanted to play with, but I don't feel like a maker now, not very much anyway. Something has changed.

Along with the sewing machine, I've been considering my big tub of old record albums and the 3 small boxes of 45's. Again, the big question is why keep things that are not being used, can be appreciated by someone else and so forth. The albums I have left are ones I truly loved and played over and over and over, as one does in their younger years. They spoke to my heart, they shaped me, as the music of our teen years does. I no longer have a turntable and have no place to set it up, even if I had one. But, the bigger truth is that I doubt I'd play them all that much. My life looks different these days. My sister and perhaps nieces will take some, especially the ones that belonged to my mom (posted here).

 

 Aren't these 45 cases 'cool'? I really love my 12 year old self, with a label maker! lol Those  were the days!  It may be hard to let them go, but I see no reason continue to store things that have no meaning or use to anyone but me and I'm not using them. Me putting all of this here on the blog is part of my process, thinking things through. My guess is anyone who comes here, is probably bored to death by now, with the lack of cloth posts. However, I'm really just trying to figure things out...where I am right now, where I may be going. I thought I'd have most of this figured out by now, but I seemed to be thrown for a loop last year. Oh well, it's all a journey, right?

                                                                                                                             

I found this photo while looking for the photos for the "Shadow" post. There's no someone obviously in the shadow in this photo, but if I were comfortable to share the inside family history, nitty gritty, perhaps a shadow would emerge. This photo is of my mom, her older sister and their mother. I see a bit of my great niece in my mom, which fits, as she is named after her. I think all three are so pretty. My grandfather was a traveling salesman for women's blouses and carried this photo of his girls as he traveled about the country. How sweet is that! The leather folder is at my sisters with most of the family photographs. What treasures these are.

Goodbye all, until next time!

 

May you keep what you want, share and find good homes for 

what you don't want and enjoy it all along the way.

xo

Photographs by NAE ©2021