Tuesday, January 18, 2011
This old blue singer has been on display in my studio for over a year. I've been a bit intimidated by the motor's loud roar, so it sat idle on a shelf day after day. I'm also very attached to my younger and quieter sewing machine... but back in December, that trusty "new" Pfaff decided that it had seen one too many coffee sacks without a tune up- and quit. What poor timing. It was just the nudge I needed to finally dust off the Singer, put in a pair of ear plugs (just kidding!), and give her a whirl. The manual helped me to adjust the tensions and understand a few quirks. I felt very resourceful and even a bit Fix It Friday-ish. I made a few simple projects, but honestly I just couldn't stop pining for my Pfaff... who was taking weeks and weeks to be repaired. I truly moped about my studio without her. I don't usually attach gender to inanimate objects, but sewing machines seem to be my exception. I've often thought of them as friends (or foes) and they are always feminine to me. My love for this particular sewing machine runs deeper than any other that has ever been in my life. A couple of days ago I got the call... she was ready to come home.
I feel a bit silly sharing my elation, but it was similar to the reunion of a long lost friend. I even made calls to the important people in my life to announce her return. Please don't feel worried about my abandoning the little blue one.We're buddies now. I will be sure to bring her out to play more often, but... well- this photo speaks for itself!
I'm off to SEW!!