My Tree - I barely got the tree up and trimmed before Christmas this year. I moved my treadle machine down to the living room. That is what the tree is sitting on. It is a little artificial flocked one that I adore.
All my loot - minus my 1941 Singer Featherweight from my dear and loving husband. Picture is a little fuzzy, but you get the idea - I am spoiled.
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