My sewing machine’s broken. A rubber cog lost some teeth. The thing is older than Jesus so I can’t say I’m surprised. Pulled the bottom off last night after the needle kept jamming and found, among half a pound and 30 years of lint, the worn-out spot on the cog. All I could think was
Damn! This timing stinks since I have Monday off and a couple of projects to finish.
W’shew! It didn’t break in April when I was under the gun on my wedding dress.
Anybody know where a girl in Chicago can get an old Singer repaired?