This is my mother's Singer sewing machine, vintage 1951.(Well actually this is the bentwood box it came in, but keep reading.)
I made jumpers, skirts, dresses, and even my high school graduation dress. I remember as if it were yesterday laying out patterns on my family's dining room table. I can still see the material of my first jumper.
Sewing was something my mother and I shared. She taught me to put in an invisible zipper, how to turn a cuff and a collar, how to line a dress.
She sewed everything on this machine. Curtains, drapes, suits, dresses, t-shirts. Everything. I think she even sewed a bathing suit once.
This machine only sews in one direction.
It goes forward.
It is called a portable machine, but it weighs a ton! (ok, really 31.5 pounds, but still!)
It is beautiful.
And now it is mine.
This means I now own three sewing machines.
The one my mom gave me when I graduated from high-school - Baycrest circa 1973
My aunt's that I inherited: White circa 1948
And now this one.
She doesn't quite run right. I think the belt needs replacing, and she needs a good cleaning and oiling.
She is a keeper, all the same.
It was love at first sight.
NB: I discovered moments ago that I have the box with all the bobbins and the zipper foot that goes with this machine. It had been in my possession all these years. Now I have the machine to go with it.