| Maride |
05-20-2010 05:38 PM |
Today I went with DH to a Dr's appointment in Burlington, Vermont. Shortly after the ferry ride I saw a sign that read: Singer Featherweights at an antique shop. After the appointment we drove back with plenty of time to spare and stopped. It was the nicest antique shop I had ever see. Everything was perfectly cleaned and labeled, decorated as if things were being used. In one corner there were 4 Featherweights. 3 blacks and a beige. It was so nice to see them all together. I asked if they have a quarter inch foot but the lady said that they only had what they could see. Very nice cases too.
They gave me a business card to the person that services the machines when they get them. The other lady says: There he is, he is driving into the driveway right now. How lucky? He was deaf but could read lips and we had a nice conversation. He asked me for my address and told me that He will check at home and send it to me. I could send him the payment when I get it. Can you believe that? Only in a small town of Vermont you could see that, and this New yorker is not used to it. He happens to be the brother of the guy that services my non-computer sewing machines in NY. Such a small world.
If only DH's injections worked, it would be the perfect trip. We will know in 4 to 14 days. He got steroids injected into his neck to reduce the swelling of a herniated disk.
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