We are trekking to North Carolina on Sunday. It is our annual winter trip to see Mom. Alice will be there too. We stay in a great place that caters to dogs and dog people: Barkwells.
http://barkwells.com/ Four dogs, four humans and, this year, two sewing machines. In preparation, I was in the shop figuring out which machine I would take. I thought about the Singer 221 but figured that I should take a Kenmore. Alice is bringing hers and I thought it would make the most sense for me to have a class 15 Kenmore along, too.
I got out the 158.1430 that Betsy and I bought this past summer in Clifton Park. I love that machine. It is strong, quiet, makes a gorgeous stitch.
It is a flat bed. I am not planning to make anything with sleeves, so it should be fine. As I was working on it, though, I thought "Gee I wish I had this machine in a free arm. It is just such a nice machine."
As I got ready to come in for supper I saw a Kenmore, in a box, just inside the shop. I looked at it and wondered "Where in Sam's Hill did THAT come from?"
I could not remember. Really. I didn't fret, too much, though. I knew that I would figure it out. If not, well, what the heck. It looked like a nice machine. Probably one of Betsy's that somehow ended up here (That has happened before, and NO I don't mean the Pfaff).
I took it over to the bench to look at it more carefully. Wrigley and Wilson understood. They knew that I had a dilemma on my hands and decided they could wait for their liver and kibble. Had Frannie not been in the house, snuggled by the fire, she would have been less accommodating.
I turned the thing on its back and recognized it. I had worked on this machine.
Well, there it is. My Kenmore 158.1430 in a free arm. Who knew? I labeled it and packed it for the trip.
Friends, have you ever found a machine that you did not recognize? Does it worry you?