Little did I know that day I spent a small guilder fortune for a Singer sewing machine in Amsterdam on the Rozengracht that 37 years later my daughter would take it upon herself to refurbish it and ask me that magic question, "Mom, how does it work?"
It took two longish phone calls but I think she can now thread the bobbin, install the correct foot and sew!
30.1.09
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