Me and My Machine

Photo Borrowed from the Web, although an Exact Replica

My sewing machine, that is. We like to rock it old school. I've had this machine for close to 20 years. No fancy digital controls. Just those old school discs that you drop in the 'trap door', next to the thread spool.

A neighbor sparked my passion for the needle and thread by teaching me (at the ripe old age of 8) to make scrunchies and headbands {back when they were all the lacy rage} with an old tired machine that she kept around for the inexperienced.

My machines off-white color has faded to a pale yellow, and her feed dogs are tired, but she has stayed tried and true. Together we've crafted many a wonderful things {with a few failures along he way}. Even with the addition of my Serger, she never wavered.

You may be wondering where this moment of nostalgia has come from? My machine and I were recently  re-aquainted -with one another, after a long absence. She's been carefully stowed away in a closet, safe from the little hands that have kept me away from her. She saw day light yesterday, and oh the magic we threaded together.


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