A colleague said to me today “you’ve got a sewing machine haven’t you?” I explained that I have but it is about ninety years old. It is one of my most loved possessions. I bought it in a charity shop nearly fifteen years ago. It works perfectly and I use it fairly regularly. My mother has one a little bit younger which was given to her as a wedding present and she has used it ever since. I remember being fascinated by the beautiful decorations and its elegant form as a child. Its elegance lies in both its form and function because it is powered only by the human hand. No electricity is needed to make it work and that is what I love most about it. It is slow and steady and musical in its action. I hope to continue to use it for a very long time. I wonder why more human powered machines aren’t produced and why we’ve lost the thought and care that went into designing this beautiful object. Perhaps gray plastic will be treasured one day but I find it difficult to imagine.
My next project is to make a door curtain from this William Morris Golden Lilly fabric I found in an antique shop. It seems fitting to me though I wonder if Mr Morris might have considered my machine just a bit too modern.