In a sleep deprived household like ours,there are few things that will get us out of our beds before we have
to. Stirling Car Boot Sale
is one of them. Every week, people meet at
the old cattle market at an ungodly hour...some have things to sell,
others have things to buy. Anywhere you can get a plate of hot chips
(french fries) before 8 in the morning is a hit with the
Wandering around the many stalls, we could not help but be reminded of
the saying "one person's rubbish is another person's treasure".
Discarded toys, dishes, furniture, books, clothes and other
knick-knacks, offered for a pittance, pulled us in for closer
examination time and again. A few things found their way back to the
house, including an orange french press, an enormous truck for small
boy, a beautiful serving bowl:
But the real find of the sale was this singer 66k sewing machine. She
was £12 ($15), in perfect working condition and a beauty to behold.
I saw it, I had to have her. She is just the most gorgeous thing I
have ever had the pleasure of sewing on. Strong and methodical, her
stitching is better suited to heavy upholstery than quilting cotton. She was made just a few miles down the road in Clydebank (there is even a stop on the trainline in Glasgow called Singer).
was ribbed mercilessly by a certain German for owning 3 sewing
machines. Yes. My name is Kat and I am addicted to old sewing
machines. Everytime I see one, I have to look at it at the very least.
Just the heft of these antiques tells you about their story...the
details, the beauty, the simple functionality. This one has lasted 90
years and is still going strong--I hardly imagine my Silver still
zigging and zagging in 2099. Who else made clothes for their children
with this sturdy apparatus? Can you imagine the woman who first
brought this home? It was one of the first models of "portable" sewing
machines available in the world. This was some one's treasure.
And now, I have the immense honour of it being my treasure.