Today my husband and I, and the Singer 66-16, went up into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada and met up with a vintage sewing machine fan up there. She'd let the neighbor sew on some of her herd, which has every cool Singer except 66 and maybe 15, and the neighbor had fallen in love with VSMs too. So "Seabrook" the Singer is not Seabrook any more but will get a new (and almost certainly cooler) name in its new home.
That Craigslist sewing basket also kept on giving, there were enough scissors in that one that I was able to send vintage scissors, shears, and pinkers along with the attachments and buttonholer that were why I bought the basket! Like a starter for friendship bread that basket was.