Last year, I broke my Brother sewing machine. I didn’t have the guts to take it back to Wal-Mart, as my husband suggested (I’d had it for a few years with no receipt). And it wasn’t worth the cost of fixing.
So instead, I talked and talked and talked about how I didn’t have a sewing machine anymore.
A few months ago, an older gentleman who was moving offered to give us his refrigerator. We desperately needed a new one so we went over there to pick it up. After loading the fridge onto the truck, the man kept finding all kinds of other things to give us: ladders, rakes, gardening tools, a boot warmer (they’re amazing, although not very useful here) and so pretty soon our truck was overflowing!
Then, he mentioned, a sewing machine…
What was that? A sewing machine…
He didn’t think anyone would want it since sewing had become a lost art. I assured him, it would get plenty of use at our house!
It was given to his late wife as a wedding gift years ago but, he said, she hardly ever used it.
I fell in love at first sight. I had always wanted a vintage sewing machine with cabinet (and preferably one that still worked) and that’s exactly what I got. He even had the complete set of cams, the original manual and all the accessories!!”
It was a pain getting it to our house and into the craft room but when I first turned it on, it was all worth it. This thing is a beast! It could probably zip through 10 layers of fabric unscathed. I even love the way it sounds.
Here’s s a video I found on YouTube about my model so you can witness for yourself how hardcore this thing is:
A couple weeks later, the man brought by a sewing box that he had found of hers. I have just now gotten around to going through it. I felt a little intrusive as I sorted through its contents. This was a wonderful, sweet woman who had passed a way; a nurse also, and a sewist. He says she didn’t use the machine much, but I could tell it had been played with more than once.
As I went through her sewing box, I got to know her a little better. I loved taking out all the older spools of thread and the heavy duty bobbins. She was a mender, that was clear: Buttons and hand-needles; hemming tape and fusible patches. I found unfinished projects: zippers and sequin swatches for a dress. Looking through her things made me want to mend more often.
I am looking forward to mending more and sewing more now. I can’t talk about how I don’t have a sewing machine anymore.