Oh the sewing machine, the sewing machine

I can’t help it.  I am a product of my impressionable youth (which I’ve recounted before).  Every time someone says the words Sewing Machine I sing this song from The Perils of Pauline.  I saw the movie when I was Single Digits Old and my brain had room for Show Tunes.  At least now I sing it in my head because someone says Sewing Machine an awful lot in my line of work.

The song starts at 1:18 though the whole thing is pretty funny as a campy, fun, and flirtatious representation of sweatshop workers at the turn of the century.  That’s really how it was, wasn’t it?

Anyhow.  I bought myself a Sewing Machine. And… queue song.

Not just any sewing machine, the granddaddy of lusted-after stitching machinery by Cruisers the world over (at least I think so).  The Sailrite LSZ-1.

Whooo baby, is this thing sweet!  It can sew through vinyl and sailcloth and dacron and velcro and webbing and probably concrete.  It can sew straight stitches and zig-zag like nobody’s business.  Of course, I do not know this yet as I have sewn exactly one thing with it: a trapunto table runner I cut up to make custom fit placemats for our oddly shaped table.  But I have plans for this baby; grand plans.  They involve lots of canvas.  I figure if I can make a pattern to fit a human body I can make a pattern to fit a boat structure.  Of course my last attempt at patterning on the boat could have come to a very bad end.

I’ll just forget about that and focus on doing good work.  How hard can it be?