I Bought Another Sewing Machine
I think this brings the total to TEN: 5 Berninas, 1 Pfaff, a Featherweight, another antique Singer in a cute wooden box, and now TWO treadles.
Yup, I bought another TREADLE. This treadle might work but even if it did, my legs are too long to sew on it anyway. With my extra long legs, by time I position my feet on the treadle, my rear is in the other room.
Alas, it needed a good home and I’m an idiot. My other non-working treadle lives in the bathroom. Long story. Crowded bathroom.
The machine lifts itself out of the cabinet when you open the lid. Smart machine.
Understand that if I already have a sewing machines in the bathroom, I am pretty much out of extra space already. I’m caught between a rock and an 85-pound, cob-webbed, just beginning-to-rust sewing machine.
It wasn’t my fault. The dog made me do it.
Yes, the dog. Not my dog. The previous owner’s dog. The dog’s name is Poochini and he sings. Well his “mother” sings and he barks in time to the music. If the treats are good. I was so impressed with the dog, I had to buy the sewing machine. I’m sure you understand the logic. Enjoy little Poochini while I move some furniture around and make room for my new treasure.
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