A Flight Of Fancy

First of all…. A disclaimer. I warned you this place wouldn’t be practical, didn’t I??? Well, whether you believed that the first time or not, you’re about to see that bear fruit so abundant it might have been grown in Canaan! Don’t forget, you’ve been warned ;)

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears…. 

Wait, no. That’s all wrong. What I mean is, 

Friends, Kindred Spirits, Blog Readers….

Lend me your eyes! Also the space of about 5 minutes, and your imaginations, if you please.

Because when a scribble wants out…. There is only one thing to do, and that is to let it. It even came with a title attached, much to my surprise! Behold.

A Kitten And The Queen. 

Ahem. On with the story. Narrator, please repeat the title.  

Cue longsuffering sigh from the narrator…. And a monotone and very bored compliance to the request.

A Kitten… And The Queen.

Thankyou, Kind Sir. You may go back to your crossword puzzle now. 

Yes. As he so kindly hath declared... (Goodness, you’d think it was MY job, he makes such a fuss about things. Well, no, actually that’s wishful thinking. I wish he WOULD make a fuss, it would be so much more interesting. So I needle him. And he won’t be fussed,  cause he knows I want him to.)

And for the third time…. I introduce to you, *drumroll please* 

The Kitten—And The Queen. 

You know, you could at least pretend to like this job. It comes with an unlimited supply of raspberry tarts, how many people can say that, hmm?

Okay but for real now! Start the story!!!

*Story Begins*  *sigh…*  “Finally.”  “Thankyou.”

Once upon a time, (more specifically, in The Days Of Anne) things were made to last Practically Forever. Or at the very least, several centuries. And one such thing, after it had lived a very full and useful life in the first half of thereof, changed hands, and was brought into a new home for the second half of the same. 

It was loved quite dearly as a Fascinating Thing To Look At, but thought nevertheless to be Retired, in an oversized-paperweight-ish sort of way. And by and by, in the process of moving, and packing up again, and repeating the process multiple times in a row, it was somehow (gulp) entirely forgotten. For years on end. In fact, it was only very recently discovered still to exist! Yes, we are quite properly shocked at ourselves….

The Queen Upon Her Throne

Imagine, forgetting an Iron Lady of Edwardian Descent! Because that’s what it was, you know, besides being a sewing machine. (Did I tell you it was a sewing machine? Well, now you know.) 

And us faithfully brought up in the ways of the seamstresses who went before us, too…. I can just imagine what Aunt Hetty would have to say on the matter, and I’m sure we deserve every bit of it…. (But we’re reformed, honest!)

Well, by way of making amends, poor Madame has since been brought into the light, polished, petted, and ordered a new belt as an apology…. And it seems she is a Singer by profession, though it must be admitted she hasn’t actually sung for a good many years. However, she was recently heard merrily humming away…. And we have great hopes for the continuation of a most fulfilling career! And who knows, I may even learn to like sewing at this rate. 

A girl can hope, anyways! Gorgeous antiques go a very long way in making most anything possible…. I CAN sew, you know, Mme is taking great pains teaching me…. It is only the vociferous enjoyment part I haven’t mastered yet!

You may wonder what the point is in me rambling on-and-on about this is….. And honestly, I don’t know either. Must scribbles always have a point? 

Probably so. One mustn’t copy Wooton’s Broken Pencil Show too often, after all!! Anyways, I could’ve just said I’d discovered the joys of sewing with a machine that does what it’s supposed to do, when it’s supposed to do it, and without having to be coaxed into working…. And extolling the virtues of our adored troupe of Singers. (especially Anneliese, to whom I really must introduce you someday!) 

Or even something about how sewing has changed throughout the past 100 years, and what a sad letdown so many modern machines are. (I should know, my sisters and I went through nearly a dozen before discovering the joys of our beloved Iron Ladies!) And that would’ve summed it up perfectly. But where’s the fun in that?? Also that would mean this ought to go under An Anne Girl’s Workbasket, even though tis a scribble of the scribbliest variety…. And I haven’t exactly invented that corner yet, so you see, this was my only option!

And now…. That is the end of the story.

Toodle-oo, you lovelies…. I am off to stick this in its proper (ish) place! Don’t mind the narrator, I just couldn’t resist inventing him😜 I’ve always wanted one of them, you know! He seems to have a rapidly emerging personality, and his behind-the-camera expressions are cracking me up….

Yes, I might be just slightly (or mostly) not all there today….  Oh well. Good luck, and may you catch me in a Jane Stuart frame of mind next time, they’re steadier ( ; 

And off I be gone!