For now, this Buick sits in her beige plastic garage. She's a little fussy in the bobbin area and could probably use a thorough cleaning. But like many relationships, over time I began to love her less. She's a beautiful, smooth-running, heavy zigzagger that can tackle anything and I loved her many a month. This Pfaff was a total impulse purchase (i.e., I didn't shop for her online as I did the others, I stumbled upon her at the flea market). It took me ages to thread her and I knocked her out of whack trying to serge through six layers of denim live and learn. I don't have a good photo of this Eighties-era Huskylock serger I bought last summer. I love her looks and I can't part with her, but I have never made a garment with her.

She came with a cracked camstack ( very common for this machine) and will only straight stitch try to zigzag and you'll break a needle instantly. Two speeds too! Today, I use her much, much less. I used my Necchi a lot at first and she's great with heavy topstitching thread. Powerful, sophisticated, pristine, with a full box of accessories and cams for embroidery stitches. My Necchi 555 is basically a Supernova Julia with a few inconsequential differences. I blame him and where is that boy anyway? Let's give credit where credit is due: Brian of Briansews encouraged me to own more than one sewing machine. As I learned to sew and developed preferences, I realized that this powerful, clean, absolutely competent machine just doesn't float my boat. Why, you ask? Well, look, let's be honest: all vintage mechanical sewing machines are nice, but some are nicer than others. My first sewing machine, purchased May 2009 on eBay, was a Kenmore 158.1212 and while it of course has sentimental value - you never forget your first - I don't use it anymore. OK, let's start at the beginning: sewing machine número uno. What do you say? Maybe it will make you feel better about your own strange but lovable obsessions. I realized it was time to take inventory of my sewing machine collection and thought you'd like to come along for the ride. I go to flea markets so take it from me: many people do! Thankfully, I have never collected Beanie Babies, ceramic owls, or plastic cocktail stirrers. Over the years I've collected coins (as a boy now I don't know what to do with them), LPs (that's music for you young'uns), vintage telephones, and now, it seems, sewing machines. I'm no Edie Beale but I definitely have the collectors gene. I wouldn't call myself a pack rat - you've seen my apartment, well, at least most of my living room. Friends, today's entry is not about hats.

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