Where it belongs…

When I left Utah 15 years ago my grandmother told me to come over and get her sewing machine before I left. You see, the machine was to be mine after she passed away and she wanted me to have it.   I couldn’t go get it, it seemed weird to go and take her things with her around even though it was to be mine “someday”. Plus I really think she still used it.

She passed away a few years ago and my parents had been babysitting the machine for me.  I guess I should have considered taking it 15 years ago because 1- it’s too heavy and expensive to ship, 2- people don’t often drive from Utah to Kentucky.  I wasn’t sure if how I’d ever get it out here.

Well after collecting dust at my parents house for years (they didn’t have a good spot to store it) I guess they decided it was time to deliver it. So this summer they drove it to me here in Kentucky (they did stay and visit for a couple of weeks too :))…

Now it’s here in my house and we found the perfect spot for it.

My dad told me it was actually my Great Grandmothers sewing machine.  She passed it on to my Grandmother.  When I was a kid I remember sitting at this machine and sewing Barbie clothes. My Grandma was always great to let us make a mess in her house and my sister and I used to spend hours back there “cooking” things up on this machine.

From what I understand it still works, …. might have to learn how to use it… maybe my daughter needs some Barbie clothes.