I am sewing on the blue Elna I bought in March, 1970 with my almost last teaching check. She still purrs and sews right along. I have worn out two two-speed feet and am on the third, which is a generic one that I don't care for, but at least it goes. I hope she never dies on me. Everything on her is second nature, push this, dial that, adjust this. I am afraid I would never "get" the newer ones. I made my clothes because my gangly arms stuck out of the sleeves about two inches too soon and my boughten pants didn't cover my ankle bones. I was so glad when they discovered tall sizes. Use it up, wear it out. I still have problems throwing ANYTHING away but am slowly getting better.