Someone asked me why I kept fixing my sewing machine -- without realizing I had 15 -- and then asked the ultimate, "Why don't you get a new one?" That was a day after fighting with an old treadle and I was a bit tired and grumpy because things weren't going well. I wasn't too polite when I told her that I did have newer ones -- one was from 1919, 1928, 1940, 1948, 1950, 3 from 1960's and even some newer than that. She quit asking me questions or making comments.