::the start of a collection?::

One of my co-workers has a collection of typewriters. She lugged one in the trunk of her car for months because it was too heavy for her to carry inside. I think I’m starting a little collection of my own. Fortunately, I had a handy Chris to help me carry the latest addition to said collection inside.

Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she lovely? She’s all metal and oh-so-sturdy. She looks barely used and she came with her instruction manual. Oh…and I found her at the thrift store for $29. She was just sitting on the bottom shelf of the electronics section amongst the lamps and TVs and what-nots. I couldn’t even see her because she was in her cute little carrying case. But the moment I spied the case I knew what would be inside. I wasn’t really interested at first because this was the same thrift store that had an old (but admittedly beautiful) Singer for sale for, like, $100 or something. Even though it was missing a needle and the cord was falling apart and there was no instruction manual and the chance that it was in working condition was very slim. But it *looked* pretty and vintage. So that’s what I expected when I went to check out this latest machine: A beautiful but expensive disaster.

I opened the case, checked the bobbin, needle, dogfeeds and electrical cord and thumbed through the instruction manual and eyed the price and that was it. I snatched her up before anyone else had the chance. I mean, $29? That’s not a deal, it’s a steal!

If you’ve been reading this blog long enough and keeping track this makes sewing machine #3 for me. Three! Am I nuts? What the hell do I need three sewing machines for? Chris says I should consider selling one. But I think I’ve formed crazy emotional bonds to all three*. And the pretty green Domestica that his grandma gave us doesn’t even work reliably. I use my trusty little blue Kenmore Ultra Mini the most, even though it’s mostly plastic. It has yet to fail me.

*I blame my grandpa. He could never throw anything away or pass up a deal.