I love our staircase. My industrious husband worked hard to change it from an eyesore of 'peach' pink carpeting stained with the footprints of a family of five. He put in treads of beautiful pecan wood. Then with the help of a welding friend cut out every second baluster and replaced it with a twirly whirly one, adding a little more visual interest. For my birthday this year we got the old Singer sewing machine. I've wanted one for yonks as my Mom had one and many childhood memories seem to be attached to it. Mine is a little more ornate than my Mom's one - but I'm very happy with it. About the sketching of all this... I've drawn this little slice of home several times - and battle with the gentle curve of the staircase, which throws all the lines off slightly. I will probably draw it over and over again, till the cows come home - and in doing so - will hopefully observe more and more carefully- the subtle changes of lines, curves, angles and shadows.Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Staircase and Old Singer
I love our staircase. My industrious husband worked hard to change it from an eyesore of 'peach' pink carpeting stained with the footprints of a family of five. He put in treads of beautiful pecan wood. Then with the help of a welding friend cut out every second baluster and replaced it with a twirly whirly one, adding a little more visual interest. For my birthday this year we got the old Singer sewing machine. I've wanted one for yonks as my Mom had one and many childhood memories seem to be attached to it. Mine is a little more ornate than my Mom's one - but I'm very happy with it. About the sketching of all this... I've drawn this little slice of home several times - and battle with the gentle curve of the staircase, which throws all the lines off slightly. I will probably draw it over and over again, till the cows come home - and in doing so - will hopefully observe more and more carefully- the subtle changes of lines, curves, angles and shadows.
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Well, that is a beautiful staircase - really tricky angles and curves... well done for keeping on drawing it, as great artists do (I tend to give up rather quickly). And well done to Russ for all that hard labour! How I'd love to come and see it in person - don't know about having a go though...
well done from me too. The sewing machine looks perfect there. I wonder what happened to Mum's. I learned to sew on it, when it was operated, by foot on a treadle. Then I think Dad cleverly converted it to electricity, didn't he? We got £1.00 (the currency then) a MONTH allowance, which was enough to buy about 3 yards of cotton from Penny's Market in Bulawayo, and we'd sew dresses ... Mum had to donate the cotton and zips.
Cath has Mom's old machine, Viv!! It's still in the family! Gosh - amazing what £1 could buy. I remember very specific dresses being made on it, the foot treadle - then the electric motor being attached. I sewed my very first cotton blouse on it at the Akkerdal Avenue house. I still find it a relaxing thing to go into fabric stores and look at material and patterns - even though I hardly ever sew anymore.
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