I’m summarizing a conversation between my wife and I yesterday, which resulted in a new hyper fixation.
Me: We have the renaissance faire coming up this summer. I kinda want to dress up. We could probably make costumes for the kids too.
Wife: Don’t make promises that you can’t keep!
Me: Babe, I’ve got this!
I don’t know anything about sewing or sewing machines, but when I went out to the thrift store I found this Kenmore model 158 for $25 dollars. It’s built like a tank and seems clean so I thought I would take a gamble on it. I have a replacement pedal and some oil being delivered today so I’m hoping I can conjure my inner seamstress.
When I take the case off it smells like… grandma’s house, for lack of a better word. I tell myself that it’s the spirits of grandmothers passed, offering their blessings.