

One great thing about moving closer to family (closer than say....Alaska ) is that when someone asks me if I want my grandmother's old sewing machine, I can say "yay!" instead of "nay". The pedal doesn't work, but I think there is optimism that a compatible one may be found. Not that I know how to sew, but like most things I do, I can see me learning to lucysew, which would be more of lucy and less of sewing. Tanna should be proud, or at least be able to sleep at night knowing I don't have to borrow hers any more. (Shipping it to and fro from AK to GA was beginning to pinch my pocket). Check out the super fabric on the chair, and yes indeed, it does fold up into itself and become a cute, tiny table. My excess of junk has already prevented me from ever closing it up again. Such is lucylife.