My husband surprised me with three vintage sewing machines and two treadle stands for Valentine’s Day. These will last so much longer than flowers or chocolates! They definitely made me happier, too. I’m still smiling.
Last week I mentioned to my husband that I’d seen exactly the sewing machine and cabinet that I’d wanted on Craigslist – a Singer 201-1 treadle in a drop-leaf dressmaker’s stand. Last fall I had given up on ever finding a treadle 201 and instead converted a 201-2 to be used on a treadle base. So I certainly didn’t need the sewing machine, and I was expecting my husband to try to talk me out of it, since he’s been complaining that my sewing machines take up too much room and I really need to justify any future sewing machine purchases. Instead he said, “I’ll pick it up for you.” He’s such an enabler.
We left a message with the seller, but after not hearing from them for a couple of days, I figured they must’ve sold the sewing machine and were too lazy to return calls or take down their ad. Well, it turns out they had just been out of town for a few days, and they got back to my husband Saturday night. He didn’t tell me this, though, because he figured it would make a good Valentine’s surprise.
The people selling the sewing machine were over an hour drive from our house and many miles down gravel roads in the middle of nowhere. When my husband got there, he found out they had two complete treadle sewing machines plus another sewing machine head listed on Craigslist. He didn’t know which one was the one I wanted. I’d previously sent him an e-mail with a link to the ad but there was no cell service that far out, so he couldn’t check. His solution was to buy them all!
So now I have an antique Singer 66 and a Singer 15 in addition to the 201-1. I have a total of six treadle stands, I don’t even know how many vintage and antique sewing machines (I think about a dozen complete machines, plus a few parts machines), and I have to figure out where to put them all in my little house. What a problem to have. I keep thinking that a few generations ago in the US, or in a third world country now, I’d be very lucky to have one of these sewing machines.
I feel sort of guilty for owning more than my share of sewing machines, but at least I rescued them. Every vintage sewing machine I’ve acquired looked like it had been sitting unused for decades. And hey, if the zombie apocalypse hits and we no longer have electrical power, I’ll be all set to open a sewing business!
The sewing I had planned for this week will be put on hold as I rearrange the house and clean and oil sewing machines. The model 15 is completely locked up, so it will be satisfying to get it working again.