I made an impulse purchase today. I know it’s a bit naughty and my home is cluttered enough. And I already have one, so it’s not as if I really needed it. But there is was, sitting all forlorn outside the charity shop, reminding me of a long lost friend, and I wanted to take it home.
So I did.
I mean I already have a sewing machine, not an old one like this. It’s a very good one, with a two speed foot and a needle threader. I like it a lot, although I haven’t used it for a while as I have been too busy to sew.
I used to have one like this, which I was very fond of. It belonged to my grandmother and my friend’s mother taught me how to use it when I was a child. I love the gentle sound they make as you turn the handle. I love how you can sew infinitely slowly. I love the solid engineering and the way the bother to decorate the paintwork.
Now I just have to see if I can remember how to thread it up…
My old one was lost in a rather dramatic way. I lent it to a friend. His flat was burgled. No, they didn’t steal my lovely sewing machine. They used it as a battering ram to bash through the wall into the next flat.
They might be solidly engineered, but they ain’t designed for treatment like that!