My first attempt at the treadle was at my great grandmothers knee when I was about five. All of the details of the instructions are not clear in my memory but I do remember her teaching me the rhythm of it and how if I lost track of that then..clunk it would go and no amount of pushing would make it right.
We hadn't been in the Little House long when we spotted a yard sale down by the beach and there she was just waiting to come home with us and show what she could do. Well I must confess that has been about five years ago and the poor thing has only been practiced on. Let me tell you that first time was a sad sight indeed. As I struggled with getting that smooth action going that is required, I could hear my sweet great grandmother saying...slow down and take it easy. Soon I remembered and started gliding along with that familiar clicking and all was well until little Sherri (it is always little Sherri when it is something naughty) wanted to see how fast she could make it go and then...clunk!
I must do this...I have to get started....I crave it and the need to create something and let my little treadle show what she can do. I have to stop letting things get in the way and give my creative self a place on "The List" so it actually gets done....May I ask how you all make sure you have a proper balance for this?
I will be leaving for Portland/Van. tomorrow morning to be with my sister for her lumpectomy on Thursday. I will be staying down there until I am sure she is able to be her independent self. My laptop is being worked on but should be ready for me so I don't have to miss any of you while I am there.
Have a great day!