When I gotta sew, I said, I'll go to Mom's house.
I have sewed a few things in the last year. I borrowed a machine for some projects, and then out of the blue, my Dad's wife offered her mother's machine to me. Linda said she didn't like it; it is old and very cantankerous.
I'm eating my words. I use this cantankerous thing with some regularity, and I rather enjoy its personality. This curmudgeon oughta have a name. I've made a couple skirts for Lizzy, repaired a few things, and am now in a full-scale massive dress alteration.
I doubt I'll ever be as good as my mama, but I'm having fun.
2 comments:
I think you should name her Myrtle. That souns like a name for a loveable, but somewhat cantankerous machine.
I have somewhat of similar machine. It's an old, black Singer that my grandma used to teach lessons over fifty years ago. But it's produced some...interesting projects. I'll never be a master but it's nice to have.
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