Clara's Corner: Sewing Machine......

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Sewing Machine......

This is in another corner of my bedroom. I found this at a yard sale. It's like the one my Mother sewed on for many years.

4 comments:

Marci said...: What a nice room Clara. That sewing machine cabinet is in really nice condition!!!

I hope Ryan or Lucas is doing better.; 12:21 PM
Moobear said...: hey clara
I love the sewing machine, it is an excellent piece of furniture and yeah! please post a pic when you get the new carpet down, although I do like blue!!
Dunno alot bout antiques, but I do know that piece is beautiful. Keep up the good blogging my TN friend!
God Bless!
hehe, ever notice sometimes the word verifications say something. Today mine is usore. Yep I shore am!; 3:24 PM
Tina Leigh said...: I love the sewing machine...it's pretty right by it self!!; 12:25 PM
dot said...: Looks like it's in good shape.; 9:08 PM

WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!