Be still my heart!!!
Lookie lookie!!!! My neice stopped by for a little visit, this afternoon. She saw my old Singer machine sitting on the piano- from a treadle machine that I use as a stereo table. Then Rosemary begins to tell me about this cool old machine she saw. It was in a cabinet and it was black. My ears pricked up, I can tell ya. I made a call to that sweet man of mine- could he stop in at the thrift shop and see if it is still there? "Anything for you, sweetheart." Don't I have a wonderful man? So after work he stopped in- both of us pretty sure it would be gone. I figured if it wasn't there, it wasn't meant to be mine. But there it was!! It is such a beauty. Bill couldn't wait to get it in the house, but had to open it up in the driveway! Not a speck of rust on it, the finish still a high gloss, and it looks like it was never used- I'm gonna remedy that! The wiring needed replacing- which sweet William did in no time, and now I am whirring away on a gorgeous, mint condition(1941) Singer 201!!!!!!! The motor barely makes a sound. The cabinet is gorgeous, with burl wood and curved legs. I had mentioned to Rosemary that I would have paid her back for it if she had bought it. But Rosemary hates shopping(weird, I know.) and she didn't buy it. I did. Or rather Bill did- I owe him, big time. $30 bucks!!!!! Now how am I going to sleep knowing that machine is out there waiting for me to come out and play?