Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Every once in a while I tackle some of it, but there are still embarrassing pockets of other people's crap in the extremities of my house.
My roofer was over today putting a new window in the attic, so since I had to be up there anyway, I decided to organize another section. And found treasure.
I knew there was a sewing machine up there, a 1960s metal one that I keep meaning to bring downstairs to investigate; if I ever get organized enough to do sewing lessons in my dining room, it will be great.
This is a Singer Featherweight 221-1 Portable electric sewing machine, in her original carrying case, with all manuals and attachments. She's so untouched she still smells like sewing machine oil, but according to Singer's website, her serial number means she's from 1951 (100th anniversary edition). And still practically new in box.
This is a serious happy dance, folks. I'm a bit of a sewing machine junkie on a good day, but I haven't found buried treasure in my own house before.