Wednesday, April 6, 2022

 I entered an essay contest to win a 170th anniversary Singer sewing machine. It was to celebrate the 12,000 subcribers to a YouTube channel called Cow Country's Vintage Sewing Machines and Restoration. We were to write a fictional story about a town called Calico. There are a few towns by that name here in the U.S. and I chose the one in California that is now a ghost town. 

I found out today that...I WON!!!! I am beyond thrilled. So anyway, I thought I'd write that story here so anyone can read it.

                                                      Grandmother's Legacy

     One of my favorite things was when the delivery wagon stopped in front of Lane's Mercantile here in our little town of Calico, California. I'm not sure who gave this rough and tumble little mining town it's name. Whoever it was must have looked out over the hills and valleys surrounding the mine and been reminded of a colorful piece of calico cloth that was worn by a pretty girl they once loved. When the sun shone high in the afternoon the surrounding land took on the look of a patchwork quilt.

     Nestled in a little valley was our little town that had sprung up out of nothing. Many folks moved here because of the mine and the chance to strike it rich with the silver found here. Two years ago when Uncle Joe and I decided to settle here there was already an assessor's office and a saloon. Uncle Joe knew the town would need a general store that would carry all the things folks would need as they settled here. He and my Papa had run a general store back in Boston before my Papa died. They both had a good head for business and did very well with their store. Uncle Joe inherited the shop but was not happy working there without Papa as his partner. Uncle Joe wanted to start fresh somewhere new and that's when we made our move to Calico

When Uncle Joe and I stepped out onto the porch of the mercantile, the delivery driver was already untying the ropes that held the parcels in place. The two horsed hitched to the wagon snorted and stomped anxious to get a little treat. After so many deliveries to our store the came to recognize me. I gave them each a couple of sugar cubes, an apple and a scratch behind their ears. Then I had to take my turn bringing in the parcels we had ordered. I managed all the smaller and lighter packages that I could carry and piled them up onto the counter inside. Uncle Joe and the driver hoisted boxes and barrels of supplies and carried them to the back of the store.

     There was one item on the wagon that was carefully wrapped in a thick blanket tied with rope. It wasn't very big, but it was too heavy for me to lift on my own. Uncle Joe lifted it from the wagon and carefully placed it on the counter inside. Just then our friend Scott Geller arrived to see what had just been delivered. He owned the Cow Country Sewing and Repair shop just up the street. He was almost as anxious to see what was inside the package as I. But I already knew what it was.

     It was both a sad and happy moment as we unwrapped the package. Grandmother had passed on a few months earlier and many of her belongings had been sold or given away. Except this one. She had stated in her will that it was to be handed down to me. I stood in awe as the wrapping fell away to reveal the beautifully polished walnut cover that, when removed, revealed the shiny black and gold sewing machine that was my grandmother's most prized possession. My grandmother was a skilled seamstress and took great pride in the things she had sewn during her lifetime. She taught me how to sew during the time I had lived with her. My eyes welled up with tears of those memories as I ran my fingers over the glossy black finish and golden swirls decorating this wondrous machine. It could be cranked by hand using the pearly white handle that made the needle go up and down through cloth that would become something wonderful to wear, frilly curtains or a patchwork quilt. My heart was filled with pride knowing that this lovely machine was now mine to use and I could continue on with my grandmother's legacy.

                                                                   An excerpt from

                                                          Sarah Lane Mulchay's diary

                                                                      May 5, 1884

Monday, May 18, 2020

I thought it might be time to give my blog a little update. Not sure if I'm crazy about what I did-but at least it is a bit different. I decided to start adding some pictures of my latest things I've been working on. I have been needle felting more critters. These are in progress and still have a long way to go.

Monday, June 17, 2019

Wow-almost 2 years since I've been here. I've been filling my retirement days with lots of needle felting. I taught a class and used the parts I demonstrated with to make this "cute" little witch. I named her Ezmerelda.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Wow, this little blog has been sorely neglected. I spend more time on Facebook than I should. I hope to remedy that. I plan to catch up on all the poor neglected things around me now that I have all the time in the world. It still doesn't seem possible that today is the first day of my retirement. I don't think reality will sink in til I have more than a week's worth of vacation time off. I plan (that's a really big word) to get loads of stuff done and then hopefully post all the fun stuff I'm doing. We shall see how far I get. Gotta figure out some sort of schedule or I'll never get things done.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Good Luck on Friday the 13th.

I had a day off work-that made it a GREAT Friday the 13th.  I got out all the stuff and recipes for making an indigo dye vat.  I used a 5 gallon bucket out on my deck and dyed anything I could grab.  I had some older skeins of yarn I had spun and wasn't crazy about the color-and I had some I purposely spun up for this project.  I had some fabric pieces from my stash, and a T shirt, a white cotton shirt and an old faded denim shirt to throw in the pot.  The results were amazing.  I plan to do more.  I happen to have this 5 gallon bucket now that's full of indigo.  Anyone want to come by and do some dyeing?

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Dyeing on a Dreary Sunday

It's a gray and dreary day, time to break out the dye pots.  The weather is messing with my sinuses and my mood, so I figured I needed some bright color to cheer me up.  It began with two skeins of white wool (no idea what kind-its from ages ago) and two cakes of Lion's brand Fisherman's wool.  I decided to dip dye each end of the skeins in two separate pots-Jacquard turquoise and hot fuchsia.  I let the ends soak about 15 minutes and had poured a bit of each color up to the middle. I was pleasantly surprised when the combination came out to a wonderful shade of purple.  For the cakes I dipped half in each color-holding them there for only a few minutes each. Then I set them in a bowl and poured a little of each color over to mix them up. I then nuked them in the microwave for two minutes.  Gorgeous color, and great mood lifter.  Unfortunately it did not help my sinus trouble.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Art Studio Tour

It's been a long time since I've added anything new to this blog.  I've been either too busy, or too lazy.  BUT, in the meantime I did manage to gather up enough stuff to have a pretty good presentation of my "stuff" to set up for the Art Studio Tour back in October at http://www.glasshausonline.com/.  My brother and sister in law own the studio and had me there as a guest artist.  It was a very nice weekend.  We had a good amount of people come through, but not a lot of sales.  I enjoyed talking spinning to people, and some ladies were very interested.  But being that I live pretty far from Green Bay I couldn't help them out.  I guess there's a really nice spinning group in that area.  I told them all about Ravelry and YouTube videos.  Two great places to learn all about spinning.  This was also a great experience in finding out if all my stuff fit into my new car-it did!  With a little room to spare.  So If I ever get to be in a show somewhere I know I can pack up and go.

  I entered an essay contest to win a 170th anniversary Singer sewing machine. It was to celebrate the 12,000 subcribers to a YouTube channe...