So, since I requirement to file my streak as the world’s luckiest woman, this is what occurred to me Saturday morning.

First off, I had a last-minute errand that might not be done over the Web (I know, difficult to conceive of!) as well as stated errand might be accomplished (in a unusual turn of events for a Saturday) without the lovely yet exhausting business of a six-year-old boy, as well as was out by one of the very best antique stores in Chicago (which The Sewist introduced me to), of program I stopped there, as well as I purchased some Christmas provides (as well as some vintage patterns of which much more anon).

While I was in the store a kindly middle-aged guy walked in as well as asked the proprietors if they desired an old singer stitching machine. He wasn’t wanting to offer it, he added; he just didn’t requirement it any type of much more as well as wished to provide it a great home.

Now, the owners were truly hectic (the store was full of moms as well as daughters intent on touching every one of the countless pieces of costume jewelry) as well as they were not interested. So the guy asked the store at large: “Anyone want an old stitching machine?”

No one else looked up, or even seemed to be paying attention. So I increased my hand, as well as stated “Well, I’d be pleased to take a look at it.”

Out we go to the car parking lot, where his black small Cooper was parked best next to my eco-friendly Honda. He pops his trunk as well as there it is — a beautiful bit antique Singer, in a beat-up wooden case.

“This is valuable,” I told him. “You ought to offer it. You ought to let me pay you!”

“Nah, I just want it out of my house.” He wouldn’t even let me do the putting of it in my trunk. He shook my hand, as well as told me “Merry Christmas!” (And I promise I heard sleigh bells when he drove off.)

So that’s the story of exactly how a complete stranger in Park Ridge provided me a singer stitching machine. It looks to be in great shape, most likely electrified early on (there’s a foot pedal, as well as a light). I’ll most likely get it tuned up in the new year.

So there you have it, the story of the Christmas stitching machine. assumption I’ve been a great woman this year!

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