Tuesday, October 17, 2006

The Sewing Machine is History

I tested the sewing machine tonight.

Picture on the floor, sewing machine resting on a towel on the kitchen chair which doubles as my computer chair, foot on the pedal. Yes, it was quite a sight. No, there is no photographic evidence of said attempt since the digital camera is full of fire damage photos.

I tried stitching with ecru thread. While I could figure out the controls reasonably well, and eventually reached the right settings, the ecru thread came out grey on the actual fabric. I could faintly smell the soot, but of course, I think I smell soot and smoke often. (I'm finding the misty haze from our new room humidifier--it's very dry in the apartment--a little stressful.)

So my husband has been telling me most of the night that we just toss the machine, mark it as another loss to the fire and buy a new one immediately so that I can sew the Power Puff Girl costume/jumper.

Which is fine, except that I'm vaguely sentimental. This was Grandma's sewing machine. It was one of the few things that I received after she died. I have a wide range of feelings about my grandma (but that is another post, or two, or three), but I liked having her sewing machine. And that part of me heavily influenced by how I was raised murmurs, "But I can get it cleaned at a repair shop and hold onto as a back up."

And I've already lost my mom's sewing machine (the one sitting out at all times in the laundry room/hallway/sewing area as I grew up) because it was the one too close to the de-humidifier.

He knows that I can be weirdly sentimental about things. I told him to let me deal with this in my own way (i.e. don't just toss out the sewing machine without telling me).

So, I will apparently have a new sewing machine and I'll be saying good-bye to the old ones. I hope I can figure out the new machine in time to make the costume.

And does anyone want or need a bunch of cams from a thirty to forty year old sewing machine? They were in their case in the closet upstairs.



At 10/18/2006 1:00 PM, Blogger jymisgurl said...

Hugs! Couldn't you get a new and still keep the old one(s) just for sentimental reasons? I've got a mixed Rubick's cube from my grandfather. I'll never figure it out, but it's nice to have it as a reminder.

At 10/18/2006 5:27 PM, Blogger Holley said...

I am reasonably certain that My husband will insist on throwing them out. The sewing machine from the basement is in terrible shape.

We may fight about the computer in the basement (if he didn't toss it already) because it was the last gift to me from my best friend before she died and I should still try to pull some of her art from it.

I'm going to pick my battles. ;O)

Love you Chas!


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