A New Sew ~ er

My new sewer (sewing machined~not toilet (B!) cannot make this felted flower:

My new sewer cannot make this gown:

(Well, maybe a different seamstress could.)
The machine below does not look like my new sewing machine.



No, it is a simpler machine.

I had to replace my 1964 Singer
(An 8th grade graduation present
upon whence I took sewing lessons
and made a seersucker suit that I never wore,
sadly, a premonition for what was to come:
"Dammit, I quit!" being more accurate.)


But after several difficult projects that used a little too much heavy and doubled and tripled over fabric like canvas and denim seams, the old machine gave out, needing a $225 (estimate)
tune-up with parts, I was looking at a new low cost (cheap!) machine for a little more than that, with trade in on the busted Singer. Not that they were going to fix the Singer, they'd "part it out" as said in the mechanics' trade, I guess it really was junked! so I swiped off some favorite bits and pieces and they didn't care.

Good visual memories pop up, just like the needles used to pop off, and the bobbin used to pop out. And bad memories, hate in every stitch, impatience and yelling while trying to teach children and a couple of temper fits.

Someday there will be a collage, "Ode to 8th Grade Graduation" and it will include a couple of presser foots, a couple of needle screws and even needle plate.

The new machine has a tiny computer screen, which is scary, but I have the wonderful T, a mechanic of great talent, peering at the tiny needle dealie, the little hook thingie that pulls the thread through the eye that I can no longer see, and he can even read the instruction book!! What a wonderful gift.

I mean T!
He's the best gift in all of this!!