I was minding my own business. I'd run a few Saturday morning errands and by 1:00 PM I was back home, ready to relax and trace the jacket to my LBD. The phone rang.
Me: Hello? Karen: Do you want to buy a sewing machine?
Me: Hell yeah! I'll be right there! Click
Well, maybe it wasn't exactly like that, but it was close. Less than 30 minutes later, I was the proud owner of a new old sewing machine. A thrift store on Karen's block was having a big sale and there was a lonely little Singer Touch and Sew in the back, waiting to be given a good home. I mean, it was $30.00! Anybody would have bought it! Besides, if I didn't buy it, Karen would have. I bought it to help out a friend. I'm not starting a collection of vintage machines, although I do envy some of the vintage babies other bloggers have obtained. I just needed a back-up machine.
I got home and plugged her in. The motor worked, the feed dogs moved back and forth and the needle went up and down, but she really needs to go in the shop to get the gunk cleaned out. Plus, there's a lever that looks like it should move to the left, but doesn't. My friend Karen to the rescue again. She recommended a repair person who likes working on older machines. Karen is a world-class enabler, but, as the kids say, "I ain't mad at her." I needed a back-up machine and now I have one.