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.

It's not small, this machine...
It’s not small, this machine…  It’s filling up the back of the truck.

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?

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