Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Sewing, 1 of 2
An unusual car
The toy car made from sewing machines.
My mama sewed. She made most of our clothes for many years. She was a natural. Until the second grade mama did all her sewing on a ‘treadle’ singer sewing machine. There was no power except her legs and feet. If you know the treadle of those machines you know as they rock back and forth there is very little clearance between the ends and the floor. My fingers were mashed a couple times before I learned.
(Sorta like the washing machine wringers, I caught my fingers in them only once, never again.)
She was one happy woman when daddy had her Singer Treadle converted to electric power with a small electric motor. The treadle was still there but she did not use it. She removed the belt so I wouldn’t mess with it.
Both my sisters sewed. Sherry never cared for it other than sewing a patch or a tear. I do crazy stuff so once I made her a dress. I bought cheap cloth and did well until the zipper installation. It was so bad I made a snap on kite for the back of the dress to hide the zipper. I didn’t sew again other than patches myself. I don’t even remember what happened to our machine.
We inherited two machines. I decided to do some sewing. I have forgotten so much. I spent probably 8 hours and a seam had a bunched thread wad on the lower side. I took scissors to cut the fabric loose. My bobbin ain’t working right on the singer.
So I went to the other one. It has not been used in over 10 years. It would not even turn. So I took it apart. There are a lot of little gears and cams in this sucker. But me ‘n WD40 are good friends. I took it apart and drowned it. Then to get rid of the excess I took the leaf blower to it then let it sit until after our walk.
It is now back together and I was able to sew one inch of a seam. I shut it down until tomorrow.
Do you sew?