The first purchase I made as a married person was a sewing machine. I thought I should have one, if only to raise my hems so I wouldn’t trip, or to mend rips in my husband’s clothes. Later it was called into service for Halloween costumes. But until my mother convinced me to take a quilting class with her nearly six years ago, I never really enjoyed using a sewing machine. I own four now: a Janome Jem Gold that’s in storage because it’s wired for 120 volts, an antique Singer treadle that came off the line in 1896, a vintage Singer slant-needle that’s as old as I am, and a British Janome Jem Platinum that scarcely rests for more than a day at a time. Today is Sewing Machine Day. Celebrate by dusting off your sewing machine, and by teaching a young person how to use it.
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