It no secret- I love old stuff. And not just because I'm old. I think we've lost a lot in the so-called improvements throughout the year. Granted, many improvements are good - cars are safer, paints are safer, plastics are safer. . . But some things would have been best left alone. I mean, look at those stitches! Perfect! And that is all she does. Sews. She just sews. And that is all I need for her to do. This old girl has been around for over 100 years and I'd be willing to bet that she'll still be going strong in another century.
I think the newness of things is just frustrating because as I've aged, I've noticed how disposable things seem to have become. Including people. Sometimes I feel like one of the old Singers - quite old, the surface is not as bright and shiny which seems to put some people off but despite outward appearances, I can be a workhorse. And lots and lots of experience in its (my) history. It seems as if when we get older, assumptions are made - that we are not smart enough or strong enough. But like the old sewing machines, sometimes we are best at what we are meant to do.My old Singer makes a perfect straight stitch and it gets the job done. I don't really need anything more than that to make a beautiful quilt. Similarly, I need to accept myself and not measure myself against the newer models. And that just may be a piece of advise worth sharing.