This little beauty is nearly mine. It belonged to Margaret, the spinster aunt of my dear friend Betsy. Betsy gave me first crack at this 1939 Featherweight model 221-1 and, tomorrow, it is going into the shop for servicing. I took the machine apart and cleaned it, but there are places I don't dare go. The electrical cord is crumbling too, which the shop will rewire. Featherweights are legendary for their perfectly straight stitches. I want to see what they're all talking about! Additionally, I'll have a 3/4-size sewing machine to take with me when Tien wants to go on golf trips.
Inside the tray of attachments was a small ruler. Read carefully and you'll be transported in time. "Instructress" is not a word we use these days, but is oh so lovely to utter. Miss Spain's sewing school is gone now and, in its place is a Bank of America building.