A TALE OF TWO SINGERS

After living in this house for over ten years we were still at a loss as to furniture placement in our family room.  (Unfortunately for the Great One, I was constantly moving furniture around in my younger days.  Now that the back aches when I even think about it, not so much.)

Thanks to a 20 foot ceiling and 12 windows measuring 31”x71” each, it is a light and bright room.  However, the six lower windows have sills just 11” above the floor that jut out 3” from the wall.  Have you ever tried to place a book case or a desk flush against a wall like this?  I had considered window seats at one time, but just couldn’t get past those sills.  I measured and drew on graph paper so many times that I had memorized every measurement pertaining to these two voids on either side of the fireplace.  Looking at them, you’d swear they are the identical, however, there is about a 3” difference.   Eventually, I moved the Great One’s grandmother’s 1920s Singer treadle sewing machine in front of one window.  Not only was it a perfect fit, but the decorative iron legs did not block the window.  And so began the hunt for a companion to fill the void on the other side. 

We found numerous tables made from old Singer sewing machine stands everywhere and were about to settle for one of those, when we

 

 

found the perfect mate at the Catawba River Antique Mall in Belmont NC.  The wood cabinet, which is about 3” longer and a shade lighter, fills the space perfectly, keeping the illusion of uniformity intact.

According to the serial number lookup at singerco.com, it seems both machines were made in the 1920s.  His grandmother’s machine still has the belt and I have sewn a seam on this one.  It was kept in tip-top shape and she sewed many a quilt and dress over the years on it.  The other machine, which according to the decorative decals is a Red Eye model, has seen better days.  The decals are still pretty and I have gotten the treadle moving again, but currently we don’t have a belt to see if the treadle will get the machine moving.  I’m not sure if the bobbin compartment is totally intact and it looks a bit gunky in there currently.  So after some research, I may attempt to clean it up and see what happens. 

While the duo looks pricey, we spent only $75 for the Red Eye.  Grandmama’s Singer was a hand-me-down, but the memories connected to it are priceless.  The kids understand once we are gone, they can get rid of the Red Eye, but Grandmama’s machine stays in the family!