The other day, I went on a treasure hunt in my Gramma's old desk. I knew what I wanted, and I thought I knew exactly where it was. I had seen it, had my hand on it, put it right back where I had found it... so I thought.
See the problem was my sewing machine needed tending. It needed brushed for lint and oiled badly. I'm ashamed to say I honestly have no idea when last it was serviced. It had developed a truly nerve wracking squeak on every downward thrust of the needle. At full tilt, this became a mind numbing eekeekeekeekeekeek that could no longer be ignored.
It took me ALL DAY to find what I thought I could go right to. It turned out to be in the desk, but in a different drawer underneath a whole bunch of other goodies.
This is the complete user's manual, not just the front page. The staples are long gone, but every page is accounted for. This and the needle I mentioned earlier are all that is left of this gorgeous machine, but maybe one day I'll stumble across one just like it in a thrift store or yard sale. What happened over the years to "useful" and "beautiful" not going together anymore? Everything of yesteryear (with some exceptions) was functional, attractive, and meant to last a lifetime. Now things are not nearly so pretty, almost never so sturdy, and half the time not as useful as the commercials want us to believe. *sigh* It makes me sad.
But!.... the day was not completely wasted. I found this!