Love and Love again

"Hi This is A.W from up the hill.  I have an old black Singer sewing machine that was my mother's.  I wonder if you are interested.  It's gotta go and the sooner the better.  Give me a call. ### ####."

I got that message yesterday on the machine.  I was pretty sure I knew who it was, but our machine is so bad that it is hard to understand the message sometimes.  But, there are very few people "up the hill" and even fewer who sew.  I knew who it was.

I called her tonight.  Steven and I went up to look.  I was hoping he would nix the deal.  But he didn't.  He was downstairs with  B checking out the hobby shop (remote control airplanes).

I couldn't say no.  It was a gift.  A. Wanted it gone in a big bad way.  They are re-insulating their basement and need to clear stuff OUT.

I love it. (Boy I must dust off that base.  Maybe paint it with some gloss paint)

Singer 66-18  1941

It came with some bits, as the folks in the UK say.  I don't have a godzilla anything.  I think this may be a keeper. 

When I look at the refurbished treadle stand, I  fall in love with it too.