One of my goals when fixing-up the laundry room was to create a place where I could easily set-up my sewing machines whenever I need/want to use them. Up until now, I’ve been dragging them upstairs to the dining room table and the one I use the most, the vintage White that used to be my mom’s machine, is very, very, very heavy. The other day I was ready to hem the tablecloth I made for our new patio table and it was a breeze to get everything set-up.
I’m guessing this machine is from the sixties, at least from the cursory search I’ve done on them. All I know is that it’s a solid piece of metal and a true workhorse. Dragging it across the basement, up the stairs and down the hall to the table is not my idea of fun.
Now that everything is in one place, and far more accessible, I might be inclined to do some more sewing. Or not. I did get the tablecloth hemmed and it is much better for it. Just look at that quality craftsmanship!
This is just another on the long list of reasons of why I love my house. I finally have a real place to sew and that makes me very happy, even if most of my sewing is done theoretically.