Almost two years ago one of my young colleagues was telling me that she sews a little, her husband can sew much more, and they'd been using a sewing machine a friend had loaned them, but they'd had to return it. We talked about it, and I offered to keep my eyes open for one for her.
Last fall I finally found one I considered acceptable for her based on what she had told me about their interests in using it.
This was at a Salvation Army Store about ten miles from here; as with almost everything at that store, it was grossly overpriced. The manager condescended to let me plug it in and try it. There was a major problem with the way it stitched. In view of the fact that it wouldn't stitch, she condescended some more until we could agree on a price--but she argued with me for a while because she thought I should take the plastic one from the 1970s, which was missing some important parts and still priced much higher!
I brought it home and cleaned and oiled it for my colleague--but we haven't been able to find a time to get together for me to teach her how to thread it, so it's still living at my house.
I know people in the more populated areas of the country are running across some great deals on vintage and antique machines all the time (I watch a facebook group for vintage sewing machines), but they are rare and very seriously overpriced where I live. However, some of those recent finds by others encouraged me to look at Craigslist for the first time in a couple of months. One of the first things that popped up was this photo.
I'm guessing the holes where the cabinet knobs used to be gave someone a clue as to which part of the machine to photograph, so the photograph was from the front of the machine. (If I ever have too much time on my hands and nothing to do, I think I'll calculate the percentage of machines that are not photographed only from the back!) Imagine my amazement to discover she was only about ten or twelve miles from my house and that she had been sitting there with her photo on Craigslist for over a month! I phoned; the call was answered immediately; I went to see her.
When I got the table home, I took out the electricals and the mounting brackets--and some skeletons of daddy-long legs. I took the sewing table to the thrift store about a mile from my house, the one that provides all kinds of help for families in need (unlike the one ten miles away where I bought the machine for Jessica).
She has no bobbin case. Since this is what is often called a "15-clone," I can order one. In the meantime, I can use one from the vintage Necchi that I'm not using right now. And yes, she needs to be cleaned and given a bath with sewing machine oil. (Yes, that's a little spider web--and not the only one.)
She's a bluer teal than the one I got for Jessica and a little older too--and that's okay.
How soon will I plug her in?
I'm really eager to get to work on her, but what I must do first is work on a prayer quilt for a cousin who had a heart attack and heart surgery last week.
She needs a name, folks!
Happy quiltmaking and knitting,