My Vintage Sewing Machine

This is my sewing machine and she is one of my favourite things. Isn’t she beautiful? She isn’t technically mine I suppose. She is on permanent loan from my dear Grandmother. I think she probably got sick of me coming over to borrow it all of the time and just gave it to me. So on the understanding that she can come over to use it whenever she likes, it now lives at my house.

I’m not sure how old it is exactly and I did try to find out but they don’t exist anymore so I decided that because it comes from my grandmother it must be vintage. Not the sanest of reasoning but it works for me.

When I was pregnant and in my first few weeks at home I was in a nesting phase and if anything sat still long enough I would sew it up. But I couldn’t lift the machine because it weighs a tonne, or thereabouts, so it is handy to have a carry case for it and a husband to carry it. EVen better is that it is still in its original case which is lined with orange satin quilting.

The original manual is fabulous. Don’t you just love the roller-skate shoes on the front cover? It explains all the basics and even has a nifty troubleshooting section at the back. Yes, I refer to this often! And all of the original extra attachments are there in the boxes, all shiny and ready for me to figure out what to do with them.

I’ve tried a few of the stitches out, but I am yet to get too creative with it. It still runs smoothly and purrs along while I stitch up my little creations or mend some clothes.

You may have noticed I call it she. She needs a name, what do you think I should call her?