I’m possessed by the yearning for one, a good one, that will sew smoothly and thread easily because I’m a beginner in this as in so many other things. I’ve always wanted a sewing machine and I’ve owned three that didn’t do.
My first came as a kid. It was a toy though you could rotate the handle and a needle made a real stitch. But it wasn’t a real sewing machine and it came with strings attached, nasty ones. I bought the second with a Christmas bonus I got as a young adult. It was used and solid and stolid. All it did was sew a straight stitch. A friend of mine who’d sewn since she popped out of the womb tried to teach me to sew. It went moderately well in retrospect but I was too impatient and gave up, donating the machine to the use of her girl guides.
My latest machine came only about 4 years ago. It was new but cheap cheap cheap and it rattles like a cheap car. While a car that rattles can still get one from point A to B, threading this sewing machine is a sweaty mystery, and when finally threaded, it bunches and pinches and tosses up threads. It is not my friend.
I want another sewing machine. I visited a store, where I was asked to believe a certain quantity of bs, though I actually liked the feel of the husqyvarna emerald 116. Still and all, I really want a good used machine that has metal parts inside, sews likes a dream and will last forever.
I want to make things. A story is something out of nothing and God knows that it is so hard that there is a special word in Hebrew for taking the chaos and void and making worlds, different from the regular making out of stuff. And yet that’s a wonder in itself. I crave a sewing machine. I ask the universe to open up and show me the one.
Or you can recommend your favourite.