Tuesday, January 11, 2011

...saying goodbye to an old friend

I bought the old dear in 1977. She had already given someone else a few years of hard work, but I didn't care. We became great friends. I wonder how many hours we have spent together over the years, creating one-of-a-kind gifts and salvaging favorite jeans? Last night, I sat down to finish up a very small project that required a few straight stitches and two small button holes. She didn't complain at first, but balked when I asked to her start the first button hole. I pulled and twisted the knob and muttered under my breath, but no go. So I took her apart as much as I could and peered inside. I cleaned and oiled and said sweet things, then put her back together. Still, the answer was no. So, practicing on a scrap, I figured out how to make a button hole using the zig zag stitch. Not pretty, but functional. Then all that was left was the finishing seam. Less than a foot of straight stitching. But, the needle would only go up and down in one spot--no forward motion at all. That final seam was created by pulling the fabric from the back--again, not pretty, but it worked.
So now what? I haven't been without a machine since I learned to sew. Generous friends and family members have offered me loaners, but I need my own machine.

Until I find a replacement, I am a sometimes insomniac teacher who cycles, reads, and...misses her old friend.

4 comments:

Arlene said...

I'm so sorry to hear of the passing of such a good friend.

Doozyanner said...

I've been checking around to see if anyone does repairs. There used to be a store right here in town, but it has closed. TriCities or Pendleton might have someone. It would be great if she could be fixed!

Doozyanner said...

It's official...she's beyond repair. :-( Time to find a new one!

LimesNow said...

Dooz, I'm commenting late here as I've just returned to the blogosphere after a long absence. This post touched me not only because you are without a machine of your own, but also because I married Ex in 1977 after having lived with him for many years prior to that. He's gone on, too. Beyond repair. I'll be anxious to see what you get as a replacement.