An old sew-and-sew

The other day Scott told me he saw a bunch of stuff on the curb for free down the block, in front of the big white house with the big screened porch. I walked down there and one of the things was a Sears Kenmore sewing machine. I had just been saying to him recently that I wished I had a sewing machine to do odd little sewing projects. Well, lo and behold, here was one that showed up. I got it home and plugged it in and it worked! I spent a good part of the afternoon yesterday cleaning it up. It was covered with age and grime. I got 98% of it off. It looks almost brand new. The case especially, gleams. Now I have to sit with it and study how to use it. There was no instruction manual. When I was watching some tutorial videos on how to use the machine, the teachers all stated how much they liked these machines from the late 1960s and early 70s. They're really well built, it weighs a TON, very solid. They also said you can buy old instruction manuals for these models on Ebay. I looked there and found ads for sites that sell pdf's of vintage manuals. Sure enough, there was one called SewingMachineManuals.com! AND they had my model # available...the 60 page pdf was only $4.99. I bought it in a heartbeat. The internet can be a wonderful thing for sure. I can't wait to start learning hot to use it!

(Not a) still racoon

We spotted this little fellow not once, but TWICE last week in the vacant lot next to the front yard. Was it a SIGN of some sort??

Let them eat cake

There was a large "social distancing" yard sale last weekend on Main Street. My sister sent me the notice about it that she saw online. It was the house next to the Cove Deli. It was pretty populated with people for being run in the middle of a pandemic. At least everyone was wearing masks! I spotted a nice big white cake plate in the garage out back. I liked it, you can never have enough cake plates. There was no price. I asked one of the guys running the event what the price was. He said "Ten dollars? Five dollars?" I said, "All I've got in my wallet is three dollars". He said fine and it was mine. The lesson? Never settle for the first price no matter what they say!