I still haven’t gotten the hand-cranked Singer up to speed – I was waiting to order more cleaning/greasing supplies (and the blasted always forgotten spool pin) until I knew I didn’t need anything else…
Because another sewing machine came home with me.
There was a label on it that read: “works, needs new belt.”
I cleaned the case and the machine, picked out the motor belt and other belt that I thought I might need, and just before I placed my order, I figured I should plug it in…
The light works, the motor is blown.
But whatever – it was only $12, I didn’t need it, (and why didn’t I test it at the store like I usually do?) but I have it now, and perhaps I’ll try to replace the motor, or perhaps I’ll take it right back to ReStore – only with proper identification of its faults this time. It’s also a bit young for my machine tastes, but it is the next version of my mom’s sewing machine, and it’s got a zigzag (I just have one machine that can do that now), and it actually dates to around the years of me, so there’s a bit of a nostalgia thing going – if I get it back up and running, perhaps I can go whole-hog authentic on my ’70s quilt (that I haven’t started yet).
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In a moment of frustration and brain failure a few weeks ago, I took a break to make a cheery pompom.
I thought I knew how to make pompoms, but like the sewing machine, some shit from the 70s doesn’t work anymore…
I’m not enamored/charmed/giggleful with them, and I certainly didn’t embrace their bombastic return a few years ago, but I have some thoughts on their usefulness now that may or may not come to fruition.
And I wouldn’t mind topping a hat with one, once in a while…
But a second try (and a video) brought success.
Now I just need to control myself from trimming them down to nothing…
ASTITCHMATISM 