Well, it finally happened -- my faithful servant finally bit the dust. I'm talking about my White sewing machine that I had purchased in the 1960s. It had sewn a million miles; and I knew the end was in sight a few months ago when it would no longer zig-zag and new parts were not available. We kept straight sewing together until Friday when an unrepairable weld was broken. I had hoped that it would last my lifetime, but I guess not.
And, of course, I was in the middle of a project. So, this little beauty had to come to the rescue. This is my mother's Singer Featherweight that she bought when she first got married in the 1930s. She never sewed much so it is in almost perfect condition. However, it is not the work-horse I need for the continuous sewing that I do.
So, I guess this week I will start sewing machine shopping. I hate to think about it, but I can't imagine life without a sewing machine. When you have been sewing for 60 years, it becomes a part of you.
I was recovering the dressing table bench that goes with my parent's walnut bedroom set (also from the 1930s).
It's a cutie, and now sports a flirty, herringbone ruffle.
I'll always think of it as Mr. White's swan song!
I'll be joining the following parties this week. Please check them out!
Between Naps on the Porch for Metamorphosis Monday
My Uncommon Slice of Suburbia for Tuesday Treasures
Very Merry Vintage Style for Share the Love Wednesday
The Shabby Creek Cottage for Transformation Thursday
Miss Mustard Seed for Furniture Feature Friday