OK. So I've been wanting to learn how to sew for a long time now. Bah, add it to my fucking list, seriously. I want to do a lot of things; just ask my husband. He's sick of hearing it. But sewing? I really wished I had learned when I was younger. My mother is a rocking seamstress. Technically, she's not a professional, but she's done wedding dresses and an entire bridal party, so I think she deserves that title.
...anyhow, have a Winfield.* I'm wavering off course.
So, I made the mistake of telling my grandmother a while back that I wanted to start sewing and she said, "Oh, I have a little portable sewing machine you can have. I will find it for you; it's even in its original box!"
Well, she found it last week. Here's the box:
It's a REAL sewing machine, people! I don't think I will be using the machine, but I might want to frame this photo. Fucking priceless. It also must be solid iron; it's only 10x12inches but it weighs about 15lbs! Still, when I laughed my grandmother was insulted, "What's wrong with it? It's perfectly fine."
Well, call me a fandangled futuristic spoiled bitch, but I'll be getting one that uses REAL electricity to power it, not a hamster wheel. Thanks, though! It's f-antiquingly awesome... just not for sewing.
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* ...anyhow, have a Winfield was a tagline for Winfield cigarettes in Australia that is now banned. It was positioned opposite the government health warning so they read like this: Smoking Kills ...anyhow, have a Winfield. Only in Australia. I collected all of them; I posted the photo on Wednesday, which is why it's still in my vocabulary today. I'm all about coming full circle, especially when it's warped!
WOW!....ok, so my grandma sewed..and there was a foot pedal..that you flexed up and down..I sewed w it...well, just pushed thread on a towel. but still. I was sewing. ACTUALLY, i made a pot holder in jr. high. it's my one and only thing.