I hated Home Economics. They made omelettes, I made a fried egg with a lump of cheese in the centre. They made chocolate chip muffins, I mixed up the measurements for sugar and salt and ended up with 2 dozen muffins with 2 cups of salt (think wallpaper paste meets paper weight). They made shorts, I made...shorts. While the sewing wasn't so bad, I certainly never cared for it. I made a dress in high school and hated every minute of it.
Fast forward a few years (no I am not telling you how many) and this summer I starting thinking how nice it would be to have a sewing machine in the house for quick mending and basic sewing projects. I certainly didn't want to buy one but if I got one from freecycle it would be nice. I was pondering this aloud when my aunt remarked she had an old one belonging to my late Grandmother Violet and it was mine if I wanted.
Behold this beauty!
What a treasure I would find inside though. The original warranty, the sales slip showing Grandpa paid $70.04 for a new sewing machine in 1965, the credit slip showing he paid $10 a week for it, and the instructions.
I opened it up this afternoon, plugged it in, threaded the needle and bobbin and gently pressed the foot pedal and ... it worked, it worked perfectly! It was so easy and wonderful! I grabbed a scrap of fabric my mil gave me and sewed my first line
Then I ran for the mending basket that grows and never gets attended to and fixed my hubbo's sleep pants
Fixed these sweaters
And turned 2 old sweaters into bags
Just what I needed, a new obsession.