Hey little baby Singer! How have you been all this time?
I guess this is where it all started. Mom taught me how to sew on this little singer. Her mom (or her grandmother, more likely) taught her on this little singer. I was today years old when I started doubting that her mother had also learned on it.
This is hand-cranked lock-stitch style machine. I has no bobbin, and sews with only an upper thread. She sees well enough, but she’s also a champ at making giant thread nests beneath the plate when operated by children who are both stubborn and rather stupid. (Things that also run in my family for 100, Alex.)
So at this point, you might be looking at this machine and thinking, good gawd, I didn’t realize she was THAT old! Yikes! I’m not! I mean, I don’t think I am…? Whatever. An old Italian lady was involved, ok? No, what? Not me! Oy.
Anybody else out there learn to sew on something that looks all adorably quaint in the now-times?