...and I'm here ga-ga ga-ing at the sewing machine.
I've seen a Singer 201K baby on Ebay and oh my goodness its to die for. OK, I know it wont sit nicely in a box next to my shoes, or tucked away in my cupboard with the china, but its complete with all accessories, with a sit-in table, worn and hard used by a dressmaker with (I guess) tons of history behind it. Oh I love it. Its a steal. Bids start at £10. 10 quid!!
Now, I'm not one to buy anything (big or small, cheap or expensive, of interest or not) without conferring with Hubby. Its not for approval or permission or decisions... its just the thing that we do. You know, some do the food shopping together, some do the school run together, some tell eachother bedtime stories... see, however lovely, however different we all do something, if not, all of the aforementioned.
So, I asked 'bout the £10 Singer and what with his history about the mannequins I wasn't expecting a promising answer... he said yes. YES. Goodness. Then, I had to express my joy and talk about how its one of the best Singers ever made blah blah blah, and that it does EVERYTHING from ruffles, to pleats, to binding, to quilting, blah blah blah ... EVERYTHING. And... that it has its own table and foot peddle, blah de blah. I was right there, dancing away with the bobbins...
Table! No. Flat, just like that. Here have a lolly, suck a lolly ... take the damn lolly away... NO!
But, I love it, and I've been looking at it for 2 days now and I've only got another 3 days 14 hours left to look at it.
Its attractive, isn't it? Would it look nice in the hall a vase of flowers on it. Obviously when not in action.