
So thanks to my lovely mom I have a second-hand sewing machine awaiting me on the island. The piles of projects will at last commence! Duvet cover, scads of Mr. Dandi tailoring, repairs – magic will happen in our concrete craft kitchen. While in Seattle recently we were sucked into a shop purely for the floor to ceiling display of hundreds of vintage Singers. The great length the designers went to outfit the space was thrilling. The industrial clothes and their handsome prices less so.
Vintage sewing machines! Oh oh … I learned to sew on one of these … does that make me ‘vintage’ mom?