friends, i have purchased a sewing machine. for $50 from a guy on craigslist who, while pointing out that my offer was low, still sold it to me. she came in a dark wood cabinet, complete with an assortment of bobbins, the original user’s manual, a pin cushion featuring the upturned faces of what appear to be many asians, and various attachments for the machine.
elsa, as i have decided to call her, is a 1976 Singer Stylist. she’s a zig-zag machine.
we’ve set her up in the corner of our living/dining room area, which felt like a temporary solution for a minute, but it’s growing on us both. so, this past week, after a long battle with screws and hooks in concrete ceilings, tim set up a lantern that hangs right above elsa, lighting my work space a bit more.
last friday, when tim brought elsa home in the trunk of the nissan, i took out the manual and went through it page by page, learning each part and it’s use, and then attempting my very first stitches. which went poorly, to be honest. since then, mostly i’ve only looked at her. i am making mental notes about necessary next steps for building a working relationship with elsa. e.g., i need more thread besides the bright teal and green spools that accompanied her, and i need to commit to a specific starter project. i think i’ll start with a cafe apron or place mats.