|The end of an era?|
(Thats happy new year. Welcome back to Handmade Monday )
I thought today I would show you some of my crafty tools that I received as Christmas presents, but instead I would like to share with you the sorrow and joy of this weekend.
Saturday night my sewing machine broke down, no panic just disappointment. Sunday I phoned the repair man, but disaster, disaster, disaster, he told me he couldn't get the part for less than £85 and recommended choosing a new machine instead.
It was a double-whammy, not only was I desperate to continue sewing, but there he was, telling me I could never sew on my machine again. We had been together since birth (well, since I was 14).
To add insult to injury, my mum traded in her Jones machine to buy it - and Eleanor's Attic, sends her Jones machine to the same man to be serviced.
Well I was not prepared to listen, so I trawled ebay, I put a plea on freecycle and I think I may have found the part for £25.
However, in a need to continue sewing, I texted a friend. My friend would never describe herself as a domestic goddess, but she is woman of a certain age. And surely, all woman of a certain age can sew?
Sure enough the response came back, saying her machine was in the porch and I was welcome to keep it!
I rushed round, and collected the great lump, clearly good quality. I rushed back home and opened the lid ...
|A brand new start, for a brand new machine|
Oh, dear, not what I had hoped for, but the story doesn't end there. As I looked at the machine, it began to dawn on me, that there in front of me, stood a brand new machine... never used...all bobbins empty... no fluff anywhere. Complete with the original 3 needles in the packet, the instruction book, the factory release card, etc. (I told you my friend was not a domestic goddess, but to have never used the machine in 50 years?)
The urge to sew was too strong and so the domestic goddess (as I've named it), was soon been put through its paces. Tune in again folks, to hear how it is fairing!