I’ve been doing a lot of sewing lately. As I’ve mentioned I use my mother’s 1963 Singer. I have had it since she passed away in September. I love this machine. I learned to sew on this machine. I watched her sew on it for hours and hours. It has never given me a fit. I’ve used other sewing machines, newer models and they often gave me trouble.
Today the machine was making a few scratchy noises and it took me a few tries to get a bobbin wound correctly. I started to worry a little. I’ve heard sewing machine “tune ups” are very expensive and just didn’t want to have to spend that right now. Then I stopped and heard my mom’s voice in my head. “You have to take care of things in order to keep them nice.” This was usually said about clothes on the floor or remembering to get the oil changed in my car when I was a teenager. Those words just popped into my brain. And she showed me year after year as I was growing up, that you don’t have to wait for someone else to get something done. She was not afraid to try something out. She always got the job done, whatever it was. Figure it out, do it yourself. If you don’t know how, ASK (or read the directions)! She is the reason I am so independent. (possibly too independent if you ask some of my loved ones)
A little while later as I was looking for something else in my sewing stuff, I came across a tube of sewing machine oil and a tube of lubricant. Well then. Thanks Mom.
After flipping through the manual (Yes, she still had the manual from 1963 – see I told you she took care of her things), I found the page on how to oil and lube the machine myself. I even got out the can of spray air and blew all the lint and fuzzies out (don’t you remember the dreaded faux fur from both the littles Halloween costumes? There was some still in the machine). I immediately noticed a difference in the machine. It’s now running like a…well oiled machine! Ready for another 3000 miles!
I think that had she still been alive I might not have felt so empowered to do that my self. I would have asked someone else to do it, or paid way more then I needed to to get the job done.
I think she left me with her own empowerment and guts to just go do what needs to be done.
I know this may seem like a small thing, but to me felt very empowering. I’d never done something like this before. This does not, however, mean I am going to go learn how to change my own oil in the car though. There are still some things left to the pros.