Maride |
05-08-2010 10:37 AM |
I (for now) live in a part of the state full of old farm houses. Many of them are abandoned. Today a friend of mine called e and told me that a friend of hers got one of this houses and wanted her to check out a sewing machine. She knows how crazy I am about them, and called me to go along. I am planning on a 20 minutes trip to check out an old Singer on a porch. I was not prepared to what came next.
On the porch there was a very old Sears Roebuck treadle machine, in bad shape, but that could be fixed with a lot of TLC. A little further, there is an electric machine on a cabinet, forgot the brand, but I had never heard of it. On the living room, a beautiful Riccar on a cabinet, this one in great shape. In the bedroom, another Riccar, exactly like the one in the livingroom, with no cabinet. The cabinet was rotten on the porch. In the foyer, another beauty, also treadle, super old, with a coffin cover case.
Moving on, there were barrels of fabric. I couldn't dig much into it, because most of it was Polyesther and was breaking in my hands as I touched it. I sneeze just thinking about it. In a bedroom closet I found several pieces of linen, some plain and some embroidered. There were table runners, table cloths, doilies, etc. You bet those came home with me. My friend went to the attic and found a Roy Rogers lunch box. A little rusted, but not too bad.
I also found a purse just like one my mother had when I was a kid. Kind of what January Jones wears in Mad Men. It is in my laundry room waiting to be cleaned. On our way out he takes us to the garage and there was a beautiful wooden ironing board that he was planning to burn. Is in my back porch right now. We went though dishes, clothes, dressers you name it.
A trip to see a sewing machine lasted two and a half hours. The light was not good but we took some pictures. I will post them as soon as I get them from my friend.
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