I sewed some stuff. But enough about me. Look at my new sewing machine! Isn’t she pretty? This is Miss Kastner, and she came to live with me on Valentine’s Day, because Dean is
sick of repairing sewing machines a good and lovely man who found this fabulously vintage machine for me on craigslist. I love him.
She is called Miss Kastner because that’s what’s written on her instruction manual. I know! She came with the manual, and a whole huge bunch of other goodies too, stuff I haven’t figured out how to use yet, including a big box of what look like medieval dentures, a buttonholer (oh, I get a thrill when I think about that one) and about four walking feet that all appear to be identical. I guess I have a lifetime supply of walking feet now. I hope I do.
Miss Kastner is a 1964 Singer Slant-o-matic 600, and if saying that out loud doesn’t make you want to jump up and do the Watusi, then I don’t know what would. She has all metal gears. (Can I get an Amen?) She ticks along like a Rolex. She is my new favorite thing.
On what was only our second date, Miss Kastner and I made these project bags out of vintage pillowcases. We worked together to figure out the best way to get that drawstring casing to work out while not interfering with the French seams I had my heart set on, and while neither of us has figured it out quite yet, we aren’t worried, because we have a lot more pillowcases to play with, and all the time in the world.
(Big thanks to Angela for giving me this brilliant idea in the first place. Vintage machine! Metal gears! But of course.)