Gotta love Goodwill

Earlier this summer, Byron and I made a random stop at one of the many thrift stores around town.  Most of the time, we are in and out within 10 minutes.  We're like that - good at spotting keepers.  On that day, right up front, near the door,  I found this perfectly small sewing table - I love small pieces of furniture because my home makes a cottage look like a McMansion, hence you won't find a single piece of oversized anything where I live.  Anyway, this table was not only charming, but it came equipped with the cutest turquoise 1950's sewing machine. As you can imagine, I grabbed this keeper fast.  I got her serviced because she wasn't keeping the needle threaded as she stitched.  Now she's working beautifully.  I love her so much.  This must be what driving luxury European car must be like.  She's so quiet.  She only sews a basic stitch, BUT there is never any puckering or tension problems.  She's not as fast, but so reliable.  Just as a machine should be.  She purrs, I tell you.  I've happily made a few things with her.   I hope to finish a project this weekend and post pictures of it next week.