I found a sewing machine standing on top of an old dishwasher on the scrap metal pile at our Transfer Station. My sewing machine, you may recall reading, gave up the ghost some months ago, and I have quite a pile of items that now need repairing or hemming.
I decided it was worth bringing home to see if it worked - I had nothing to lose. Some water dribbled out of it as I lifted it into the car, but it wasn't a lot. I left it on its side for a few days, hoping to drain it further. Then I plugged it in and ran it - it purred! It sounded solid, and smooth. So I grabbed a remnant, worked out how to thread it (quite different from my old one), and got going ... with great success. Dale found the instruction booklet online, and now I have work to do!
I'm really happy to give this gem a new home, and save it from the metal-crushing monster. It makes me wonder, though, why it wasn't donated to a Shelter or prison, or at least left in the "Take It" shop.
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