The little metal green sewing machine was my first at 8 years old. They don't make 'em like that anymore.
The back of the garage is a storage type room which was converted years before my sewing room. I go through it to get to my room. When my husband and father put it in, the floor was just plywood. I decided to paint it with what resembled old fashioned mats at the doorways. The old door in the picture was salvaged from an old house in St. John’s that my brother bought. I love it. The men making my sewing room couldn’t understand why I wanted it put back up, they just don’t get it……….
