My sewing machine is a beautiful asset and friend. For years I was stuck using one of my mom's multiple machine, ravaged from the years of her sewing projects and our 4-H projects. (Five kids doing 1 or more sewing projects every year... three of them being boys who worked the peddles like a race car.) The final straw was one year after I had cut all of the pieces of a Halloween costume and had started to piece it together, I got into an argument with her machine. Now, you might think a sewing machine, being an inanimate object can not argue back, but they can, in their own special way. I conceded and packed away the cut pieces of the costume and soon forgot it. (No worries, I didn't go without a costume that year - I have an entire closet dedicated to costumes.) Having packed away the costume I was content to keep my sewing to handwork (which as a child I preferred over using a machine).
After years of using my parents' (both of my parents can sew) machines, I received my
Singer Inspiration as a Christmas present. Finally, I had MY machine, that my brothers hadn't messed the tension up, with cords I knew where they were, with my machine accessories where I put them. I no longer had to share AND in spirit of me being me, I added a few personal touches.
It travels some with me when I'm doing costumes or helping sew costumes for a show (I do so love theater). At first I carted it around in the original box it came in (it was better than nothing), but now I have a very nice traveling machine case on wheels with a handle (another Christmas present that followed the machine). The Human Rights Campaign Equality sticker was a dead give away that it was mine (0f course the "Trust Women" and the "No Fur" on the sides probably helped too), when sitting in a costume shop among other machines. One of the actors came in the room, pointed, and asked, "Is that one your's?" I am what I am... no apologies.
After years of using my parents' (both of my parents can sew) machines, I received my Singer Inspiration as a Christmas present. Finally, I had MY machine, that my brothers hadn't messed the tension up, with cords I knew where they were, with my machine accessories where I put them. I no longer had to share AND in spirit of me being me, I added a few personal touches.
It travels some with me when I'm doing costumes or helping sew costumes for a show (I do so love theater). At first I carted it around in the original box it came in (it was better than nothing), but now I have a very nice traveling machine case on wheels with a handle (another Christmas present that followed the machine). The Human Rights Campaign Equality sticker was a dead give away that it was mine (0f course the "Trust Women" and the "No Fur" on the sides probably helped too), when sitting in a costume shop among other machines. One of the actors came in the room, pointed, and asked, "Is that one your's?" I am what I am... no apologies.
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