My husband brought home a 1923 White Rotary from an auction for 7 bucks. Since then (a few months later) I have two more, there would be more if money wasn't tight
Hubby is the one to blame for my obsession. I have cut myself off until I can fix up the ones I have. For me it's the beauty and craftsmen ship that went into these machines (and cabinets). Even the ones in a sad state draw my eyes, works of art that demand adoration
no matter how badly neglected.