A blog devoted to my vintage sewing machines and how I find them, fetch them and fix them.
LOL...looks all tuckered out there!
We had too much fun, lots of laughs, smelling of tri-flow, and feeling much smarter. It was wonderful to be surrounded by others who understand the addiction, machines that know all the swear words and don't take offense, tools that seemed to wander, and hey, I wonder where this left over screw I found in my pocket was supposed to go? Ray was magic, able to make machines work just standing close (with a flashlight, screwdriver and tri-flow.)