No, I never did give her a name. Should I be ashamed? I mean, people name their cars, they name their boats and they name their property. And I would guess that people name their sewing machines. HaHa!
Me? Nope, I never did.
She was just a simple girl.
Yes, simple and unassuming. She only had 8 different stitches.
But the old girl served me well for the last 30 years. She has been instrumental in the making of my girls clothes when they were little. She has helped me make their play clothes, appliqued tops to match their shorts and skirts, dresses for church, Easter dresses, curtains, quilts, daddy blankets, pillows and baby gifts of all kinds and we even started the second generation as she helped me start making clothes for Lidia. She was so important in my life that when Hurricane Hugo hit in 1989, she was evacuated with me.
I kid you not!
Lidia is wearing a dress that I made her mama for Easter, one year.
I made seven of these the year after daddy died, with a cast on my right hand.
I cut up his old shirts to make quilts for mama and my siblings that Christmas.
And for the next generation...a sweet pillow case dress for Lidia.
However, today, I'm sad to say she has sewn her last stitch.
Broken tension knob....
Holding on by a thread.
Her tension knob has broken and would have fallen off, if not for the thread running through it.
How did it happen? I can only imagine. Most likely from transporting her back and forth to the beach. Once again, we were headed for the beach to make new curtains, when I noticed her demise. Poor thing! She will now spend Glory in a special spot of my sewing room.
So now, I am on the hunt for a new girl to replace her. So far, my first choice is a Bernina. I've heard they are a dream to sew on and with their rock solid parts, last a lifetime.
When I find The One, you'll be one of the first to know.
Love, Peace and Stitching,