Passed by a Singer 401 A on the sidewalk...
...And I let it stay there!
I was terribly proud of myself. My tiny living space is already bursting at the seams with sewing machines, and I am already too distracted from my work by the urge to tinker on these lovely old stitchers. When I saw this old sewing machine out on the sidewalk, abandoned on moving day, of course I had to slow down and take a look. But, I carried on and left it there! For someone else! Not me! Yay!
This is a-major- advancement in the management of my newly-developed psychological condition called MachinusMustusRescuitus.
I was -so- proud of myself. Can't rescue 'em all, right?
Wasn't I strong? Wasn't I tough? Did I show amazing sensibility and restraint and generosity to my fellow beings who would then come along and find this beauty?
All of the above. Oh, and I was also on my bicycle. And laden with groceries. And twelve kilometres from home. And the machine was in a cabinet. And...
Maybe I don't get the accolades for self-control after all ;-)
-Cecilia