Steven is a great father, grandfather and yes, great grandfather. He is such a good dad that he offered to mend Badger's blanket. Badger is a horse. The blanket is huge. The straps have been torn off in several places. He was going to sew it by hand. I scoffed.
Me: Why not do it on the machine?
Him: The machine can't sew through all those layers of strap and the blanket too. I have mended many a tent by hand. I am sure I can do it.
Me: Have you looked at it?
Him: No.
Me: We should look at it.
So Molly came by with the horse blanket today. Kota and Theo were thrilled. I checked out the job.
Two straps were double thickness polyester webbing. One was single thickness. I got the 15-90 off the shelf, switched it out with the 201-1 that was in the treadle stand. Put a 110 needle in and some 40 weight thread (I had nothing heavier, it will be fine) and in less than an hour fixed all three straps. One was totally missing so I found a ring I had in my purse hardware and constructed a replacement strap. Easy Peasy.
There is no way Steven would have been able to get a hand needle through all those layers. Shit, the man has a really bad Dupuytren's contracture on his right hand. Sure, he used to be able to sew tents, but tents don't have three layers of webbing and horse blanket.
Anyway, I showed off. The 15-90 did the trick, no sweat. I'm not sure that the 15-91 would have done so well. That's why I love the treadle. I think you get better power with feet. I love the 201 but if I had to have only one machine, the 15-90 would be it. It's just so strong.
PS. The good news is I have a 15-88 that was born as a treadle. In the before times, I had occasion to go to Montpelier for a meeting. I just so happened to be trolling Craigs list a few days prior to the meeting and saw a 15-88 listed in Barre. I thought I'd take a look since I was going to be in the area. I told Steven that the meeting started an hour before it did so that I could have the time to check out the machine. Yes, I lied. The machine was in a storage shed among other belongings. It did not turn over and I had no tools to take it apart. I didn't even bring a screwdriver. I was pretty sure that I could get it going. I offered less money than they were asking and came home with the machine.
Steven wasn't home when I got home. I unloaded the machine and took it into the basement. Then I drove as far as I could up to the She Shed and unloaded the stand. I wasn't really hiding anything, but did Steven really need to know I had brought in another machine?
So I got it running, hauled it up to the She Shed and told him all about it eventually. When my neighbor came over to check out the She Shed she saw the machine. I told her the story.
Neighbor (who is married to a pastor): You lied to your husband ?
Me: Yes I did.
Neighbor: We'll pray for you.