My word associations from this week's photo prompt:
boxes = Nanny McPhee and the big bang (2005 film)
skirt = great-grandma Fortunata Paraiso Fronteras (I never saw her legs ever)
machine = Singer sewing machine
A friend toured the house of the Marcoses in Luzon last week and she took this photo of an old sewing machine in one of their stops - Grandpa's Inn. We were telling fun stories on Facebook about how the pedal would move by itself in the dead of night. It looks so ancient, at least to us, that we just assumed it's haunted.
Does anyone know of a sewing machine brand other than Singer? I haven't seen any other, nor have I gotten around to finding the brand of the ones we see today. We had this sewing machine at home with a 'bloody' memory for me. Over the years it has served a different purpose - a table for flowers, the laundry, and sometimes stray books. Once a cousin hid a match of spiders in one of its built-in drawers.
I was about five years old when I thought of sewing one of my dolls a dress. The fact that Lydia, our bossy house help strictly told me not to get near the machine made me decide to have a go at it. Indeed "the most forbidden arouses the most curiosity." There was my chance at original designs; at creativity. Besides, how difficult could sewing be? I then snagged some cloth and began sewing.
Rak - rak - garrraaakkk! The sound of my progress thrilled me. Pop went the plans. Next project would be a blouse for Velvet, our cat. And who knows what else? I was enjoying the process and so proud until I fed my thumb into the needle. Fast forward 36 years and this is now my thumb:
This sewing machine was my brunch table in JJ market. I didn't know the tables at that cafe were old sewing machines. My legs must have recognized what they were resting on, sent signals to my brain and whoa, what a reunion!
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