rescue III
Friday, December 5th, 2008
So I was taking Asha to kindy a week ago and I spotted a sewing machine case in my neighbour’s hard rubbish.
(For those of you not familar with the concept, ‘hard rubbish’ is when you put all your crap out on the footpath one or twice a year and your local council sends trucks to pick it up. All sorts of stuff is thrown out but there are always manky mattresses and couches, the odd fridge, pushers, broken toy cars, old wardrobes, the list is endless and for a week or two your suburb looks like a dump. And people go through it. At night. Which I think is creepy. And so I don’t think it’s entirely legal to take stuff, but really, it’s better to take something you want/need, than have it go to landfill, right? Which brings me to my rescue.)
It’s an Empisal. German? Post war era? It weighs as much as military hardware. But it works fine. Well, it doesn’t pick up thread, but that is easy fixed. So this is my fourth sewing machine and my third rescue. I’m getting them serviced and repaired one by one. They all have their specialities. One’s good at button holes, but won’t do shirring. Another is great for heavy duty stuff, but pulls fabric a little to the side. One is quicker for winding bobbins, another’s tension easily stuffs up. So I just swap between them and they all feel the love.
