Unfortunately it's true. After trying to revive her for sometime, it proved to be unsuccessful, cause she's just to darn old.
Dayne had this brilliant idea that he wanted to make hip pouches, and when he realised that my little PFAFF sewing machine just couldn't hack it, he checked craigslist and there she was, living in this woman's closet with 3 others just like her. Dayne called up Mattzor and they took the plastic lil tykes wagon that Naomi left at our house before she moved to Winnipeg, over to Little Burgundy, the neighbour hood next to ours.
At my surprised, they managed to hull this machine ( it weights well over 150lbs.) all the way home, and only bent one wheel out of place on the wagon.
Dayne called her the "slave driver."
I spent so much time on that machine. I created, I cursed, I learned how to fine tune it, and I learned how to be patience. I also sewed through my finger once.
I just feel like I should announce her demise cause I sold her to an Italian for 10 bucks, and he immediately threw out her table, and picked her apart for her goods. I feel bad cause I never said good bye. I just left her there... she had no idea what her fate was going to be.
She sure was pretty.
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