Record Players and Sewing Machines

One of my sewing projects. This is Grace in her baptism dress. I made Eliza one and just figured that Grace could wear it. Well, Grace talked me into making her own and it was finished at midnight the night before the big day. It was a fun project and Grace looked amazing. She is such a sweet girl and a great help to me with the little kids.

William LOVES to sew. He'll turn the light on and off (it's burned out now, so I've got to get another one). Then he'll put fabric, paper or whatever he can find under the needle and "sew". Then he pulls the thread through and gets it all tangled up. It keeps him busy for quite a while.

Here is Katherine playing on the sewing room floor with her doll. These are all picyures from the summer and the kids already look different.

I had a great childhood. Some of my best and earliest memories (from the Salt Lake house--so I was about 5) were being in the room with my Mom while she sewed and we listened to records--Mother Goose, Little Black Sambo, and of course, the Cannibal Counting song. I can still sing that song as I'm sure several of my siblings can, too. I remember standing in front of a full-length mirror on back of the door of the room where my Mom sewed and "eating myself all up" just like the cannibal in the song. Pretty crazy, I know. (I"d love to find that record somewhere). Anyway, at the Cannon Junk Jamboree we all got to pick several things from our childhood to take home. An old record player was my first pick--David didn't quite see the logic in my choice, but I use that record player almost every day when I listen to wonderful memories as I sew. I even found the Mother Goose record at a garage sale. I then picked out a few from Grandma Pieper's basement. Talk about pure listening satisfaction. My kids play with buttons and spools of thread as the sound of the sewing machine whirs in the background and the vinyl memories go round and round.