Saturdays are lovely for me and Betsy. We often go to yard sales, almost always stop at the SPCA thrift store and generally just play. Today was no exception. I picked her up and we headed into town to fetch a "gig" as I call them. Someone needs their Featherweight serviced. We picked up the machine, then headed for the thrift store. Rumor was that there was a machine there "in pretty good shape, for a good price." The machine was a beat up old Singer 66, sans slide plate, in a case that was fairly decent for FIFTY DOLLARS. I think her source was part of the 1 %. Certainly 50 bucks is NOT a good price. We left the thrift store with some notions, some fabric and without the machine. SEE? We can say no.
Then we headed to the yard sale Betsy read about somewhere. Since it was on the way to my house, we swung by. We almost didn't stop. When we got out of the car, we found that the sellers were folks we know. "Oh there's an old sewing machine back there. And she's got a whole 2 Bucks on it."
