I was at this yard sale in Ringgold yesterday . . . they had a kid's chalkboard easel sitting at the end of the driveway and had wrote on it
"Our Crap can be Your Crap!" That should have been enough warning, but NO . . . I just had to go on and look at their crap.
Then I saw it. Looked it over. Not bad. Has lots of potential. Not a bad price. Honest, in a rare moment of sanity, I though, "but you don't need it." and I was going to walk away. About that time JOY asked the lady "How bad do you want your crap to be our crap? Will you take $15?"
Guess what? I'm now the proud owner of a 1918 Singer 66 "Red Eye" portable sewing machine! Woo Hoo! I needed one of those! Thanks Joy!
It has two or three small issues, but after I cleaned it up and oiled it, it works. Gott'a replace the plug (plugging it in can be a shocking experiance). I ordered a new bobbin cover for it. I replaced the broken handle on the case. Now I have to find or make a cover for the foot pedal (putting your foot on that can be a shocking experiance as well) and glue the edges of the tattered fabric back down around the bottom of the case. And find it a new home. I hate sewing machines.
