Buddy Folly

I took Steven along in hopes he would prevent it.  He didn't.  I truly felt a strong resolve that I could resist.  I would only buy it if it was in really pristine shape.  Truly I believed that.

But I caved.  I bought it.  It is far from prisitne.  I am weak.  That is all there is to it.

The decals are lovely from the front and the paint is good.  The machine is only 55 years old.  I don't think it was used much.

There is a bit of a flaw on the back.  The face plate is a bit rough.  The hook is icky icky icky.  Rusty Rusty Rusty. The wiring is good, though.  The motor likely is fine. I think I can save him,  I really do.

I took the hook out.  I removed the bobbin case first and almost had a heart attack.  When I released the retaining clip on the ring I thought I had broken the clip..  Nope, the ring just jumped right out of the clip.  Next the feed dogs came off and then the position plate. (I still don't know if  it is supposed to be bent like that or not.  Drives me crazy)

 Then I was able to remove the hook, in all its glory.

A picture is worth a thousand words.  

 I started to clean away the rust with the honing stick.  I have more work to do. 

Perhaps it is easier to note the before and after comparison on the retaining ring.  I haven't finished it yet, either.  You can see how much cleaner it is, halfway down.

I think it will be ok. Just more work.  I will, no doubt, take the clips off of the hook and really scrub it and hone it.  I just hope I can get into all of the little crevices. 

And I hope it wasn't folly to buy this machine.  I guess, though, that will be a good name for this machine.  Buddy Folly.   Boy.  It has been a long time since I named a machine.  Wonder if this means its a keeper?

Or Peggy Sue?  NAH.