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?
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