"Let Them Eat Cake" + Treadle Update

Readers, are we sheeple?  I thought I'd seen everything in SewBloggingLand until I read this.

I mean, maybe I flash a little too much skin from time to time to keep your interest, but I have never stooped to dessert porn.  Sure, it'd be tempting to blow off sewing entirely this Labor Day weekend and just post gorgeous photographs of luscious fruit pies...

..scrumptious buttery confections...

..and wholesome holiday treats.

But I'm too busy performing sewing-related activities!

I have my Singer treadle to clean...



Every time I take a soft rag to it, usually with a little plain old spit, I get this -- eww!



But the results are stunning.



I've been practicing my treadle technique.  One foot on the back, one foot on the front seems to work much better than both feet dead center.  Thanks for the tips, treadlers.

Here's a brief video update:



BTW, according to the Singer website, my machine was manufactured on April 28, 1920.  Ninety years young!

Meanwhile, I've found the perfect thread for my Burda dress project:



I've laundered the Liberty fabric and ironed it:



I bought cord yesterday and started practicing making button loops.  Not pretty. 



Things are happening!

I get so many questions about where I store all my sewing machines in a New York apartment that, while larger than a studio, isn't exactly the set from Family Affair either.

In brief:

Here, in one corner of my living room, sit my 15-91, my Brother 1034D serger (under plastic), and my ailing Huskylock serger that now serves solely as a thread stand:



Diagonally opposite you'll find my Singer 66 treadle:



In the foyer, to the uneducated eye a contemporary art installation, sits my White Fair Lady:



As we round the corner and enter the kitchen, against one wall we find my Kenmore (in blue denim) and my Pfaff 139.  As you can see, I'm quite the housekeeper!



Turn 180 degrees, look down, and -- ta da! -- my Elna Grasshopper and Singer Genie.  Don't trip!



Now look up: my Viking, my Brother (found in the trash), my Necchi, and my Singer Spartan.  And a pile of other stuff.



Now on to the bedroom...

My lovely Necchi Lydia.  You'd never know to look at her that she has a cracked camshaft, would you?



And there you have it: twelve sewing machines and two sergers, each in its respective place.  It's all about efficient use of space, people.

In conclusion, friends, I'm keeping busy and I hope you are too.

A snack before we part...?  My treat!

Happy Sunday, everybody, and enjoy the holiday!