the truth revealed

I'm sure with all of my fame and fortune you all assume I am sewing on a million dollar machine that just zips along practically on it's own.  I do have a confession with regards to that.

My machine was a desperate purchase from the Salvation Army.  I paid $20 dollars for it and complained at the price.  The Salvation Army in this town thinks it is Neiman Marcus.  Their prices are ridiculous and they claim their donated items as "antiques".  I don't think the definition of "antique" is a 10 year old piece of plastic junk.  Anyway...in a desperate situation of my last machine being sewn to death, I stopped in there to see if I could find a machine to get me through.

I stumbled upon it in a beat up case and nearly walked away from the $20 sticker.  Since I don't actually make much money at this sewing gig, I thought how crazy to pay $20 for something that may not work.  I would rather have a $1000 machine that would at least validate my skills as a seamstress. 

I took it home despite convincing myself that it would not work and while opening the case a bright light seemed to appear.  I plugged it in and it hummed like a machine I have never known.  Come to find out it is an industrial machine from the 1960's and was apparently never used.

This machine is so simple.  Having few knobs, few attachments and without one of those annoying little cubbies that are completely useless.  I knew I was in love from the moment Jahred said "I'm in the next room and I can't even hear the banging of your sewing machine." 

Almost a year has gone by now and I am still sewing away on this beauty.  I won't lie, I have had my words with it and it has been threatened by the dumpster...but it continues to amaze me with each passing project.  There is literally nothing it won't do.  Zippers, upholstery, fine linen...it conquers all.  There is however one thing it will not do.  Sew for other people.

I have tried to use this machine in sewing classes, even an advanced sewing friend has tried her hand.  It binds up something aweful if another opperator attempts a few stitches. 

The machine and I are most likely stitching soul mates!

So now that I have revealed my big secret, you will look differently at my creations.  They are not the work of a fancy new machine, but a rescue.  Trapped at the "sal" it was, until I begrudgingly took it home.

Hope this makes you smile and appreciate all the oldies but goodies in your life!

Enjoy this bitter cold if you are a mid-westerner...if you are somewhere else.  I don't want to hear about it!

:)

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