2011.01.02. Model 15.91 in Studio 317, with insignia.

In October, I asked my mom if she still happened to have her mother’s sewing machine, an ancient, heavy thing made in 1951. I drug it home with me and carefully hauled it up to my third floor studio. It is a Singer Model 15.91, simple in it’s elegance, decoration and function. It is it’s own piece furniture, it’s heft supported by a blonde wood cabinet. A machine made to last, it hums along with little coaxing. I have simple needs required of my sewing machines: to stitch forward and to stitch backwards.