My Singer and I

When I was a little girl, my sister and I shared a room and this room hosted my moms Singer sewing machine that was neatly stored in a sewing table. The rule was that we cannot use it before we are old enough to go to school.

My middle name is „curious creativity“, which is a curse and a blessing. So here we go, waiting for my mom to leave the house, so we can sew clothes for our dolls. Not a great idea as it turned out, because I zigzag stitched right through my thumb! Adrenaline kicked in (fortunately) and I ribbed my finger out from that monster, taking the whole presser foot needle holder with it (unfortunately). ☹️

Then the pain kicked in, then the guilt, then the creativity how to hide all this mess from my mom. She still doesn’t know…..

55 years forward, my thumb still reminds me of that sewing adventure, especially when the weather changes… But I’m a loyal person and after moving out of my parents house when I was 19, one of the first things I bought was a Singer sewing machine! Not dishes or bed linens, a sewing machine. And that Singer was brought to the US shortly after our plans had changed to stay indefinitely instead of the initial 2-year contract. Can’t live without my Singer! 28 years later, I still live in the US, that exact Singer is going to travel again. Destination: Italy.

Singer at SFO

It is very interesting what a conversation starter the Singer is! From “what an interesting looking suitcase you have” to “my mom used to have a Singer just like that”. It was a fun trip! And here we are in Germany, waiting for the final part of our transition. This time it will be a car drive to Italy! 🇮🇹

Travel record

Our flight from San Luis Obispo to San Francisco was only 35 minutes long, but with a 2 hour delay – that is a record in itself, but I’m talking about our flight from San Francisco to Munich that was unusual in many ways:

Coastal fog rolling in near Cambria, CA

The flight was only 2/3 full. We had great seats with enough legroom, which was a plus, because if you have legroom you have the possibility to stretch out and sleep! I only watched one movie the entire flight, worked on a crocheted top and played some games. The rest of the time I was either sleeping or eating!

BTW eating: I think I had the best food I ever ate during a flight! It was delicious, both dinner and breakfast.

Caprese salad, Thai shrimp curry, raspberry mousse and white wine. And chocolate of course!

We arrived on time, and broke another record: it took us only 45 min to arrive at the gate, go through immigration/ passport control, grab our 2 suitcases, visit the restroom and go to the parking area where Anja and Tamara, my sister-in-law and her daughter were waiting! Then we made it to my moms house in just 45 minutes which usually takes another hour!

Waiting were my mom of course, and my brother Jürgen, who prepared a delicious „Brotzeit“ (a typical German dinner or lunch or in-between way to eat really REALLY good bred with cheese, cold cuts, butter, tomatoes, pickles, etc.) Beer or sparkling water and catching up on the latest news included. Heaven! And „home“ comes to mind. And only if you haven’t had this for several months you’ll understand…