My Other Baby

My sewing machine isn't really my other baby anymore because my real baby makes it too hard to get to her but here is the semi-interesting story of how I found her. I will keep it short, I promise.

I used to sew in high school a little bit. I think I made a couple of shirts and a dress all without patterns. The dress was a flop so I took it to a little Asian seamstress to see if she could make the bottom into pants. I was envisioning some hip bell bottoms but what I got was MC Hammer pants. The seamstress wanted to make some more adjustments and told me to come back in couple of days. But I never went back. Which of course now I know was the wrong thing to do but back then I was in high school, a tad embarrassed, and spending my own money.

Then when I was first pregnant I borrowed my mom's sewing machine and made a quilt for Sylvia. I also used it for another quilt top and few other miscellaneous things. Eventually my mom wanted it back.

So there was a couple of years that I didn't have a machine. I missed it a little bit, but not too much. Then one day some of Gus' cloth diapers started needing minor repair. I could either fix them or buy some new ones. I needed a machine to fix them but didn't want to spend a whole lot of money in case I rarely used it. So to the Goodwill I went. And wouldn't you know, on my very first try, look what I found.



A 1960's blue Singer made in Great Britain and nearly all metal. All for only $15. It was fate, because you see, blue is my favorite color.

Phew, that was a little longer than I intended.

Just for fun, here's my serger. The much less attractive machine in my basement. And one of these days, when Millie starts going to bed earlier, I might get more use out of it.