My mom gave me this wonderful gift. An original old Singer sewing machine! She inherited it from her mom and now it belongs to me. She knows that I love things like that so she didn't sell it and kept it for the last 10 years just for me. I only had to sand the top and finished it with shellac.
I won't use the machine (even though it's still working fine and is hidden underneath the table).
I have a cheap but nice sewing maching I won't trade it for an expensive I-can-do-all machine. Ok .. maybe if it can clean my house we can re-negotiate...
At 3th grade I had to learn how to use a sewing machine like that. I either concentrated on sewing ...which resulted in me pedalling like crazy ..faster and faster (imagine the result). Or I did concentrate on finding the right tact with the pedals (imagine the poor fabric I was torturing).
But here it is. My lovely little sewing station in my studio. Lucky me.