I ‘ve been meaning to nab one of these ever since I moved to France. They were everywhere like a rash when we were first here but, lately, they seem a bit more few and far between – probably all been bought up by the Brits! Anyway, on one my recent vintage foraging expeditions, I found this one and bought it.
This is just as I bought it home – dumped in the entrance hall and covered in dust and cobwebs and a bit wormy. I have asked my husband to lug it upstairs – it weighs an absolute ton – and give it a bit of love and attention and elbow grease. Three days later it is still in the hall but I have hope.
It does work and it has a cover so, once it’s all cleaned up, I’ll get it up into my workroom and have a play. I don’t intend to make curtains on it or anything but it might come in handy for certain little jobs.
My daughter thinks it’s hilarious. She asked me what I wanted with another sewing machine but I pointed out that, if there was a power cut, I could still sew. I was only joking though – sort of.