Wednesday, May 4, 2016
That is me in the snow in the photo. I was four years old, a bright future ahead. I would grow, marry several times, have three children and a career in the arts. All I felt in that photo back then was how cold it was standing in the snow outside Guyra that day, look at the feet! And the hands, they are bare. What was my mother thinking!
I have bowed to the inevitable and sold several of my machines. I cannot treadle them any more. Some wonderful people have bought them and I have loved meeting them. Its nice when you know something you have loved has gone to a good home. I met Jane from Kilcoy through one sale. Yesterday I gifted her Carna, the green machine and heaps of quilt books for her new hobby of sewing. Today the little Jones hand crank goes to a lovely young man buying a birthday present for his mother. I am of the opinion that if you can no longer use something let it go to someone who can. After all that is what life is about, acquiring experiences and then letting them go to move on to others.
I still have a couple of treadles left, just to give them a swing occasionally. You never know, miracles may happen and I may heal enough. Fingers crossed, just like those feet in that photo of she in the snow.