It has always been said that parents do not have favorites. Somehow the love just multiplies and there is enough to go around. Sure, sometimes the growing up years can be a little rough and your parents don't understand you. So you go and talk to a neighbor who doesn't judge and asks if you are talking about the cute guy in P.E. (Never mind that the neighbor just happens to be your mom's best friend.) All this to say... Most of you have heard me talk about Audrey but rarely about my first sewing machine. Today, I want to introduce you to Jenny. My daughter just named her, she's my vintage Kenmore sewing machine. I'd call her a work horse but I don't want to hurt her feelings. She has been around for many years but she is practically brand new! My dad bought this sewing machine in the late 1960's for my mom when she got here from Cuba. She is an embroidery machine, these belong to her. Here...