Fell in love with a Singer

Hello and how are my fellow crafty readers? I'm excited. Why? Yesterday my roommate and I found and fell in love with a Singer. No, not a someone like Frank Sinatra, but a something, like a lovely vintage Singer straight stitch sewing machine. This, my friends, is a well-oiled sewing machine. It was found at a thrift store no less. If you follow the blog, Male Pattern Boldness, (like I do) then you will know that anyone can come across a gem like this. Peter just either has more luck or is in a better location to find these wonderful machines. I know he's in a better location. Heck, he's in NY!
But I digress. This gem was hiding in its scratched up table in said thrift store. And yes it is a wonderful thing to have a machine and its own table/hiding place. The table provides a flat surface to work on when the machine is pulled up and out of its cubby. It also usually has a storage area for a few bobbins, thread spools and things. To the untrained eye, the sewing machine table looks like an average side table. When you pick it up unknowingly, you may be surprised that it is so heavy. It is heavy because the machine that is so neatly tucked away inside is HEAVY. Yeah, this little baby is pure metal with a touch of oil.
Oh, I am so excited about this new-to-me sewing machine that I have nearly run out of words. When we checked it at the store, we used a piece of paper to sew on, and it through it like butter. So amazing.
Dear Readers, I hope that you too can find your very own gem in the rough. And be wary of these side table look-a-likes. There may very well be a sewing machine in there waiting to steal your heart away!

Jefferjean still exists

Hey guys. I know... it has been a while. You could say that I fell off the face of the Earth.  There have been major changes in my life.  As you well know, I was uncraftily busy helping my parents pack up their house. During that time I was working for the man and living in the country/boondocks where even cell phones can hardly register if at all.  To say the least, internet did not exist.  For the month of July I was camping. Again, internet access did not readily exist.  It was few and far between when I could even write an email.
Now, I have moved even farther from the east coast.  This time I am writing you from Missouri. But Wait! There is internet access. My roommate and I will have to work something out though.  Her current plan only allots a limited amount of data to use a month.  It has already run out so I'm writing this from a local coffee shop/deli.
And onto Good News!
I will have internet readily from the condo. I am enjoying the new location.  While I was MIA crocheted can cozies happened (some in camo colors) these were given away to my dad's friends. A hat was commissioned by a friend for a lady taking chemo. Another hat was requested and made for a young man.  He was so delighted that he requested also a pair of uniquely designed gloves for hunting.
These are not your average gloves. They deserve their own paragraph.  I say unique because I have never heard of gloves where the last three were fingerless gloves hiding under a convertible mitt. I am not sure of the reason for this. Maybe you do? If you can come up with any answers I'll be glad to hear them. Until then, we are just left to speculate. For now I bid you adieu, my friends.