A tiny vintage sewing machine. A child’s toy from years ago. And the story is. . .
A friend of mine loved these small vintage toys. I sought them out all year long as Christmas gifts for her. Each year she received a different one as a gift from my children. A red one, a blue one, an orange one, metal ones, plastic ones, even the famous black Singer ones, all kinds, all vintage, each a treasure. My friend passed away a few years ago at the very young age of 50. It was a shock to have them returned to me.
I have often thought of doing something special with them besides lining them up on a shelf in the “other” workroom. Photographing them just didn’t seem like “enough” so here is the first in the series, painted.
We still think of them as Carolyn’s. . . and not just any spool of thread can adorn them. . . the spools MUST be the old wooden ones. . . Carolyn would have wanted it that way.