It's no secret to anyone that I would very much like to own a Singer treadle. I do already have one which is in quite a simple cabinet, but the one I covet lives in an ornate cabinet with the three drawers on each side, pretty carving ... you know the one.
I'm sure the reason behind my yearning is from my childhood and I probably need therapy *lol*. I guess I was a little younger than Amy, and my Puppa who knew that I loved to sew found a treadle in a country clearing sale and bought it for me. I think it was around $20.00. It lived at my grandparents home for a while - I imagine it wasn't an easy thing to get home in my parents car - and every time I visited, I'd love spending time poring through all the vintage sewing notions in the drawers and dreaming of the day it would live with me. One day I visited and was horrified to find the treadle missing - but Puppa was so proud - some guy had offered him $50.00 for it, and he took it - he'd made a great deal!
And so life goes on ... yesterday my FIL visited with something he'd found in his shed, and he thought I'd like them. Some treadle cabinet drawers. I don't know their history, or how he came upon them, but I'm sure I can do something nice with them.
Later after FIL had gone, Marty looked over the drawers and joked with me ... "You'll get your treadle honey ... you're just getting it one piece at a time!"