I mentioned to The Man that I'd been advised to track down an older Singer. Among his many talents, he is a flea-marketeer extraordinare. No matter how exotic the item, he can track it down and strike a bargain that leaves the seller wondering what just hit them. So within a week, he'd found me my Featherweight.
Look at the adorable little on-off switch. Doesn't it look like a tiny gear shift?
It came with the original carrying case, the owner's manual, and lots of attachments. I even have a tube of vintage grease.
Some of the attachments are utterly terrifying.
This is the ruffler. Doesn't it look like it's just waiting to chew my fingers off?
This little guy folds and applies bias tape! This is the first one I have to figure out. I'll be putting bias tape on everything that can't outrun me.
|I think this one is an adjustable hemmer|
I figured the first thing I made should be a vintage pattern. I hunted through my small but growing collection and decided to try McCall 7741.
|Love the jaunty scarf on red beret lady|
Unfortunately, the finished garment requires a level of expertise in ironing that is beyond me. All those tucks and pleats go caty-wumpus in the wash.
If you like to look at pretty vintage sewing machines, you might take a ramble through my friend Carol's web site. She hunts down, refurbishes and sells some really nice sewing doodads.