She was my much loved baby doll. Santa brought her for my 4th Christmas. That would make her more than 50 years old, and vintage like me!
She is photographed wearing one of the first garments I recall stitching on the sewing machine. I do not remember how old I might have been at the time of this creation. Hopefully, I have perfected a few of my machine sewing skills.
Must not have realized there was a curve ahead. Looks like I even went back for a second attempt, too!
Wonder what I was thinking here?
Along with another fine example of double machine stitching, there are a few oversized hand sewn stitches.
Continuous piping was evidently not yet an acquired skill.
Neither was matching seams.
If one row of stitching is good, five must be even better!
If one is on top of the other, at least at some point along the way, it is especially good.
Just whack that piping off.
Fine seam finishing was yet to be discovered.
At this point, I am fairly certain my mother was having difficulty maintaining her composure.
No doubt, she still gave me a hug and proclaimed my work perfectly beautiful!
Peggy thought so, too.