new SINGER gitters

At the close of last week, my machine decided it had had enough. Not willing to let go of my greatest Salvation Army find, I desperately brought it to the 90 year old woman who repairs machines in my town.  After a brief lecture on the complete filth my machine contained (Seriously, who has time to take their machine apart for a regular bath??), she diagnosed it with an unknown ailment and told me she "would do her best".

With all my trust in this spry old gem, I left my baby with her for the weekend, complete with notes on how it likes to be treated and all of my "incase of emergency" phone numbers.  Not more than 36 hours later, my savior called and said the Singer would be just fine.

Getting my machine out of hawk cost a mere $20, but also a little shame for the abuse I bestow on it.  I carefully brought the Singer back home, and just stared for the whole of 1 day at it.

Almost as exciting and nerve-wracking as driving a new car, I carefully made the first stitches on the machine.  Smoothly I glided over the first zipper and cautiously I stitched even tough upholstery. For a while I'm sure I'll drive it like a new car, but inevitably things will get rough once more.

It's nice to know that a sweet old fashioned girl like myself has got my back, and values preserving the old as much as I do.  I promised to be back within the year for a good scrubbing and a little TLC.

New fabric...new name.  Formerly "the Girlfriend", now the "amiga" (spanish for girlfriend). The fish are FABULOUS if I might say so myself.