Creepy Delights

Please bear with me while I try and set up this website! I admit to struggling with some aspects of it.

I appreciate your patience.

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This is a new member of our family!

They will join the page for Creatures Looking For A new Home, soon!!

" Cassan speaks first.
His voice gleams, smooth and certain, shaped perfectly to fit your hopes. He tells you what you want to hear, and you will believe him.

Dra speaks second… if you’re still listening.
Her voice slips softly through the cracks of his promises. She does not argue. She does not need to.

Together, they see what is coming.
Not in contradiction, but in completion.

You will believe one of them.
And by the time you understand the other,
It will already be too late. "

Sewing Machines

I suppose it will come as absolutely no surprise, considering what I do, that I have rather a lot of sewing machines.

Eight, to be exact… which I maintain is still a perfectly reasonable number.

Then there’s the knitting needles. An extraordinary collection, apparently. Personally, I prefer to think of them simply as tools of the trade.

I thought this would be the perfect little corner to share some photographs of my beloved machines, each with its own quirks, character, and sometimes a little history.

The newest addition to the family is a beautiful old Vickers machine which, naturally, had to be named Viktor.

This is Viktor, who was delivered to me by a lovely friend.

He originally belonged to her mother and needed a new home where his undeniable charm would be properly appreciated.

Vickers sewing machines were produced in Crayford, London between 1917 and 1939 by the Vickers Company, a name more commonly associated with WWI machine guns and, later, aircraft manufacturing.

The Vickers De Luxe model was created in direct competition with the hugely popular German Frister & Rossmann machines. In fact, Vickers was so determined to capture the market that their efforts almost completely eclipsed the German brand, which survived largely in name alone from the 1920s onwards.

Thankfully, Viktor’s days of industrial rivalry are now behind him, and he can settle into a far gentler life of admiration, careful stitching, and being photographed far more often than he probably expected. 🧵