The 23-Y-O was 5 months old at the time; my younger brother and I put her, in her little car seat, in the back of his motor and we drove to Hammersmith High Street, where I purchased my dream machine!
I lurved this machine, lurved it I tell you!
We made things together, me and Pfaffy; tiny baby clothes, little girly dresses with matching shoes, little and then big patchwork quilts, dresses, blouses, trousers and simple bags for me, an outfit or two for a funeral or two, bridal frocks and suits, wedding dresses and suits, bridesmaid finery......
|The actual machine|
|plus wear and tear|
Arghhh! No money, no machine; what to do?
I went to buy some veg for our tea one day and last minute, went to the man in Tooting Broadway Market who sold and repaired machines, at that time. He persuaded me to buy a heavy, zig-zag Husqvarna Viking 3010 machine that I couldn't even carry home. It's a great machine. Sturdy, reliable, easy to fix, cheap replacement parts. But it didn't do this