Friday, August 7, 2009
This is a real machine – not a toy.
I believed it, too. It said so on the box and it said so in the instructions. I don’t think I ever made anything with it, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. I think the dream of what was possible rather than what I was actually capable of (and what the machine was capable of) was what kept me fascinated. Seeing my mother sewing at her machine made me want to imitate her in my own childlike way. That makes this real little sewing machine that I played with as a child a special treasure. Just recently when I was cleaning, sorting and organizing, I found the box and instructions that go with it.