Saturday my husband and I went to an estate sale in our neighborhood. As we walked from room to room looking for hidden treasures I came across a sewing box and an old singer sewing machine. The sewing box reminded me of the one my mother had in our house growing up. I opened it up and it was filled with all kinds of wonderful notions. Lace trim unopened from the 1970’s, unopened thread, buttons, and two paper measuring tapes. I was oohing and ahhing enough that Tim said he would buy it for me. I was so excited. Like a kid in the candy store. I wish I had my camera to take a picture of the machine. If it had worked my husband was going to buy it for me.Isn’t he a doll.