The sewing machine cabinet was my grandma’s…the old, old type with a treddle. I can remember playing on it as a kid. Later on when that machine bit the dust, grandpa made it so grandma’s new-fangled electric machine would fit in the cabinet. That machine had long stopped working, but mine (the one resting in the case now) is still going strong. Dad bought it for me when I was in the 8th grade. He had told me if I learned to sew he would buy me a sewing machine. I did and he did. The other day I took grandma’s dead machine out of the cabinet and with Ana’s help we put mine in it. Yay!!!! Life is good.