Sunday's favourite thing?
Well, let me give you a bit of explanation first.
I married a Norn Irish boy, I'm English, we are both from the United Kingdom, but the country that he grew up in and the one that I grew up in are very, very different places. Many of the customs of this province, in which I now live, are alien to me.
And yet it is a gift from my mother-in-law, nearly 5 years after I moved over, that has made me feel most at home.
It is the table from her mother's sewing machine; my husband's maternal grandmother - a woman whom he never met.
Grandma Alice was a stitcher in a factory here, her husband bought her a sewing machine and she dearly loved it. When she died, the machine was left to her daughters, who equally love it, and I am honoured to say, that a few weeks ago, my husband's mother gifted it to me.
Due to woodworm, the woodwork had to be removed, but I had a piece of marble that fits it perfectly, if not that prettily.
Why does it feel so right? Well, my father was a sewing machine engineer (amongst other things) and I grew up surrounded by sewing machines in various states of repair. There is something very homely about the old Singers and I love them.
I have never felt so rooted here as when I sit in my studio at this treadle table. When the weather is finer I plan to repaint it and gild it.
But for now, it signifies the beautiful thing that is having my husband's parents as my parents-in-law and reminds me of my long-passed father.