So I'm at this retreat in Shipshewana and I take the Sparrow, except I can't find the power cord. And I see these other quilters with Featherweights and these darling little tables that just fit the Featherweight. Oh, no! can you feel it coming?
I sold both my Featherweights because I could not stand the smell of my grandmother's old house in the oil that was in them. I gave up trying to get it out. But now I want another one. The girls next to me have newer ones. No smell. I know where there is one. I"m going to go smell it.