In the summer of 2005 on the night before I moved from Baltimore to Austin, my mom's beloved Singer sewing machine, the machine on which I had learned and sewn exclusively ever since, was stolen from my packed car. The Hampden hillbillies we know must've done it probably abandoned it in an alley. It breaks my heart.
About a month later, I bought a new machine. Its box remained unopened until this week. I think I didn't/couldn't open it sooner because I was still so dang sad about losing my mom's antique Singer, and I also feared I couldn't sew except for on that machine. But it was time.
Our dining room needed curtains because my neighbor's front porch is, like, right there. The temporary stitch-witched window coverings had not been intended to stay up for this long, and they were making me sad. It was time to sew, so I sewed, and it was fun. I love the new machine, though it lacks sentimental value. Above is a picture of the finished products in situ. Below, you can better see the fabric pattern.
Yay!
Right after I finished these curtains, I was using a fabric scrap to make a placemat of sorts, and the machine jammed. I removed the bobbin and any thread, and it was still hopelessly jammed. At the sewing machine store, they said it was the timing, which would cost $89 to service. (The machine was only about $100 to begin with.) The online reviews of this model at amazon.com and elsewhere frequently report the same problem. Bummer.
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