you've conjured up a memory for me... I was 9 years old and went to a thrift store with my friend & her mother. There was a Blue, hand-turned sewing machine up on the shelf behind the counter. I just stood and stared. Oh how I Wanted it. I remember it clear as day. When I got home, I asked my mom if she would buy it for me. lol... That was not happening. But I've never forgotten that little machine. I bought myself a basic model singer when I was 20 years old. I made dresses for my little girl, and many household things, and even some patternless quilts inspired by magazines & my imagination; except, I didn't think of them as quilts, but Comforters. I finally got into quilting in 1999. It felt like coming home.