Like so many sewers I know, my mother taught me. I just had her machine worked on. It's a beautiful black Singer in a wooden case and sews like a kitten purring. Of course, I'm spoiled by all the cool stuff my Bernina does, but this beautiful machine holds a special place in my heart. Using it again has been a sentimental journey this mother's day. I sure miss Mama.
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