Saturday Morning

The husband has gone fishing, the kids are still in the bed. I have a hot cup of coffee.  There is nothing so peaceful as a quiet house in the early morning.  The only sound I hear are the clocks ticking in the family room and the keys on the keyboard clicking as I type this post.  As Ms Goodneedle would say, “Life is Good”

Why am I up so early?  Well, I placed a bid on eBay last night and went to bed before the auction ended.  My curiosity got the best of me and I had to know if I won or not.  Good news, I WON!  I am now the owner of a 1938 Singer Featherweight 221. 

I’ve been looking for a while (2 years) for the right price on one of these old black beauties.  I’ve been going to Estate auctions, antique shops and yard sales.  I couldn’t believe it when I saw this one up for auction.  I guess with the economy the way it is, people are more willing to part with their treasures for a little less money.  Anyway, dear husband said go for it and I did.

Yep, I’m dancing the happy dance this morning.   (Picture Snoopy, nose up and feet moving) Well at least in my heart anyway.  Don’t want to wake the dog or the kids.    Happy Day to all of you out there in blog land.

Heritage Quilter

Clocks, Clocks and more Clocks!!!

A couple of years ago, DH decided to take a clock repair class at the local community college. He was looking for something to piddle on during the long winter evenings when it gets too dark to work outside. Little did I know what a path this would lead us down.

First, we had to find an old, dirty antique clock that he could take to class. I really liked this part. We spent the entire day wondering around in antique shops. I LOVE antique shops. I just had to re-train my eyes to look for clocks instead of quilts, quilt books, sewing machines or oil lamps. (Another of my favorite things) He finally found a clock that he liked at a price we could afford. It helped that the clock didn't work! This is the clock. Isn't it beautiful?




During the class, I learned all sorts of new terms and saw the need for new tools coming through the house. Very tiny little tools. He set up shop on his work desk in the basement. The kids were not allowed to go near the clock or the parts. One big sneeze and the little screws and washers would go flying!

Clock fixed and now rest on top of our entertainment center. It keeps good time and has a beautiful chime.

Next on the list of clocks to fix was a Cuckoo clock that had been my Great Aunts. I have no idea how old the clock is, there was no date in the back or on the works. I just know that it is at least 65 years old. It hadn't worked in 30 years that I know of. As a child I remembered the clock on the wall at my Great Aunt's house. I would sit and stare waiting on the little bird to come out and bob his head.



Anyway, 30 years in a box does take it's toll. The clock was dirty. Layers of dust, dirt and the nicotine from a smokers house made the little clock a big job. DH was up for the challenge. He spent endless hours in the basement cleaning and repairing this clock. The hands and numbers changed from the brown that I knew into a pretty creamy white. The wood from dull to shiny and clean. Now, my son has taken on the job of pulling the chains to wind the clock twice a day.

We now have 3 clocks in the family room. We found another at an auction that DH had to have. All going off each hour. We have gotten so used to them, we don't' hear them anymore.



What a wonderful path we have traveled down together.

Loving the old stuff,
Heritage Quilter