DD's boyfriend's ex-wife has gifted DD most magnificently. She told DD that she could have her sewing machine, but it didn't work. So, DD picked it up and brought it straight to me. After discovering that the thing has got to weigh more than fifty pounds, I got the top off (after oiling the latches and scrubbing a bit) to discover a Morse 4300 Fotomatic. Instant lust!
I looked the thing over, cleaned out a bit of lint, added a few drops of oil, and gave it a spin. It was sewing backwards. I fiddled about until I figured out how to release the reverse button, and the machine ran just perfectly. No idea why the ex thought it didn't work. I put it through the paces while sorting out a few functions, and it goes very well.
As a reward for lickety split sorting out I got much baby sugar whilst DD made incense and started some cyprian powder with her father.
NightMist a bit apple juicey with corn pops and pear bits in her hair