Have I mentioned I loathe sewing?
Recently, it occurred to me: maybe I don't hate sewing. Maybe what I really hated was my mum's crappy Singer that she refused to get serviced. The needles always split the bobbins in half on the regular; switching to metal bobbins only resulted in bent needles.
So I am now the dubious owner of a bobbinless Singer sewing machine. I have no idea how to use this thing, but if I have to start making my own clothes again, I best learn how! Hubs is being his typically awesome self and has created a sewing space in the front room to use. I've gone through all the old clothes and bedlinens from pre-pandemic because, yes, fabric has become increasingly worse since 2020. Even jeans I've owned for 20 years are in better shape than the jeans I bought in the past four, and the only thing missing is a zipper that works.
I will need to do a lot of refreshing of my memory - SCA and home-ec was decades ago, fam - but I will do my best to learn this new kit. I have trousers that long for pockets.
















