I’m still learning to machine sew many years later. I’ve been using sewing machines for many, many years. Let me rephrase that. I’ve been exposed to sewing machines for many, many years. But because life gets in the way, I’ve never become an expert at using any of the machines I’ve owned or tried.
My first memory of using a sewing machine takes me back to Cuba, where I was born. We lived in a house that was long. It was long because it was built in a style of a single line of rooms, starting with the living room in the front, the kitchen in the back and the bedrooms and 1 bathroom in between. The reason this is even pertinent to the story is coming. Stay with me. Mom used to sew by the front window in the living room on her vintage pedal Singer sewing machine. Maybe it wasn’t vintage then, but thinking back on that, this many years later, I can only call it vintage.