Things I love...

One of the many things that I love is my sewing machine.  Mum bought it when I was very small, so it's over 30 years old.  I didn't own a machine, couldn't seem to find one I liked, so I would turn up at my parent's and take over mum's sewing room, which I thought was only fair as it used to be my bedroom.  About 10 years ago mum decided it was time to buy herself a new machine and the old one finally came to me, but not until I had lessons in how to clean and oil it!

The machine is still running well (oh, I hope I haven't jinxed it...) and has created many things with me from curtains and cushions to handbags and clothes.  There is something about the sound it makes: the engine, the footer, the cotton reel bouncing round, the clunks as I adjust dials.  Sounds that it's modern computerised equivalents don't seem to achieve.  There are sticky labels with mum's notes, to remind herself of her favourite settings.  One is still clearly legible, the other has faded, but can just about be read if you stand at the right angle to the light.  Oh and it's heavy! I was in John Lewis with a good friend of mine a couple of years back, looking at the sewing machines and thinking to myself how flimsy and light they all seemed.  I am sure they are all more than capable of doing the job required, but I can't help thinking that I'd need to bolt a new one to the table for it to handle some of the heavier fabrics that I use.