Words to Remember Along the Way.

two brothers on their  way to Mt. Cook...

 

“Always remember the future comes one day at a time” Dean Acheson

I couldn't resist posting these.

 

Layers of ruffled fabric and lace 

 

 I had a lot of fun making these .  I love how the colours complement each other.  The lace  softens them and the overall effect is pleasing to the eye.  They are secured to a silver birch wreath.
I hope you enjoy these, they are a favourite of mine.
 

a flower with originality!

Christchurch Earthquake

Many South Islanders awoke about 4.30a.m to the movement of a significant earthquake.  With the light on most of our household rushed to the doorways of our double storied home.
We watched the strong swaying  of a large solid glass lampshade indicating that this was a big earthquake.  This movement lasted for a while.  It took some time to stop after the shaking subsided.
We felt two after shocks.   Canterbury people have felt many of these.
 A brilliantly fine morning belied the drama of the early morning.  There was no obvious structural damage to our home.
Our DVD and another piece of technical equipment fell/slid off our television.  That is all.
We don't want to experience another earthquake such as this one but our experience was minor compered to some people up north.  Personal injury and property loss is not uncommon for them.
My concern is for these people

Treadle Sewing Machine and special memories.

This is my Mothers original treadle sewing machine. She bought it in the early days of her married life.
She often talked about replacing it but never did. She spent many, many hours sewing for herself and for me and my two sisters.
I have to say it caused her a lot of frustration! If I recall correctly the tension was the main problem. Dad was often called to deal to these annoyances.  It tested his patience too! But as always it was duly reset so that Mum could complete the article that she was working on.

There are many, many memories wrapped up in these photos.  The dedication that my mother showed when she cut out and sewed her three daughters a new dress for a special event.  Most often it would be the exciting event of our end of year school concert!

At the end of the day we all went off to bed.  No not Mum.  She had dresses to sew!  Staying up late or 'burning the midnight oil' as she would say.  In the morning there the finished garment would be draped over the end of the  beloved 'singer.'  What a picture!
One down, two to go!

How many more of us have  memories of our mothers lovingly sewing dresses or other items for their families over the last fifty  years.  Doesn't that age me?  Oh yes, but I have much to be thankful for.

My Mothers Singer Sewing Machine has a lot of memories for me.  Mostly good! 
What history and what simplicity.

What memories do you have of this time in our sewing history, I'd love to know about them.
                                                                      
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