My love affair with treadles began when I inherited my MIL's. It is just a plain hard working Singer born in 1935 with a plain mahogany cabinet. I imagine her excitement and thrill with a brand new machine! She made all the kids clothes on it and DH has fond memories of watching her sew (and getting his finger stuck in the treadle). Then I found a Red Eye in an oak cabinet which I am refinishing. I absolutely love sitting and sewing on my MIL's. I feel as if I am sharing something with so many women who have gone before have experienced. There is nothing quite like the feeling you get when treadling on a flannel quilt in the dead of winter.
Heidi