I remember myself as a child sitting in front my grandmother's sewing machine and playing with the treadle, my eyes filled with wonder at how this 'thing' can move so much with just my feet on the pedal moving aimlessly up and down..up and down. :) I never learned how to use it until many years later. Today, I made this blouse using a treadle sewing machine; my first time to sew something with a great deal of legwork. :p The fabric I used is one of many sent over to me by my grandmother. I love how this perfectly fits me. I love how it reminded me of happy tales of childhood and curiosities and discovery and colorful life surprises during the entire sewing process. I love how I can tell this story to my grandchildren someday.