Connections, beauty and indulgence

AKA ….. why do I NEED a vintage sewing machine!

Connections …… Do you have treasures from your childhood?  Special things that have meaning, help you relive the love you felt, and trigger memories of small but significant moments?  I don’t.

My childhood was painful, depressing and fractured, with parents ill-equipped to parent, nor capable of maintaining a marriage.   Every time the marriage broke down, one or the other would “steal” the kids, and run away.  When sneaking didn’t work, one resorted to the courts, and extravagant bribery, which vanished once they won.  And then they would come back, why I don’t know.  And so on, over and over.  Of course, each dislocation and movement, meant that more and more of precious childhood things were abandoned and lost.  And so I find myself drawn to vintage things, like I am borrowing their story, their happy memories.

Beauty ……. While beauty in the media is a mill-stone around a woman’s neck, pursuing beauty in vintage items, I feel is a worthwhile thing.  It makes us happy, and it helps to create a home that exudes love.

Indulgence  …… As a mom, I find myself rationing out indulgence.  While I am happy to spend on my children, my family and my friends ….. spending on myself, especially for a frivolous item, is a difficult thing to do.  I need to do things occasionally that are purely for the pleasure of me.

And so I am now the proud owner of the most beautiful “red eye” singer treadle machine. I have no purpose, need or necessity for it ….. I indulged myself.