Here is my very basic sewing machine. I bought this in 1992 or 1993, shortly after I got married. The only needlework I did then was cross stitch and the occasional felt ornament kit, but I had a burning desire to make a quilt, and piecing one by hand was a horrifying thought. It took a while for my husband to warm up to the idea of me spending money on a sewing machine, but he came around when he realized I could buy a basic model pretty cheaply. Without researching at all, I went to Sears and bought this Kenmore.
I have to say, sewing has not come easy to me. Things never turn out perfectly. I jokingly blame the machine. If I had a better machine, this hem would look neater. If I had a better machine, these seams would match. I stick to simple projects (no clothes!) and am satisfied with the results, though I never claim to be good at this, and I would never dream of trying to sell anything I make. Gosh, no.
I have entertained the thought of buying a better machine, and my perfect excuse to do so came last week when this machine stopped working with a screech and a shudder. I took it to the sewing center, and the repair estimate came back, more money than I had originally paid for the machine. Ouch. Was it worth it? Visions of a fancy new machine danced through my head. But being the realist that I am, I knew the repair costs were a small fraction of what a fancy new machine would set us back, and would I even be able to figure out how to operate a fancy new machine? Do I want to go through the stress of selecting a new machine, trying to decide what features I want, and justifying the expense to a frugal husband? Eeesh, no. I'll stick to my very basic Kenmore, thanks. So here it is again, all cleaned up and spiffy, and I am ready to get back to that quilt I am making.