When I was turning twenty-one I asked my Dad for a sewing machine. He bought me a wicked little Brother that I ignored for a couple of years before I really got into sewing.
Five years on and the machine is still going (not strong, exactly – there are always some mysteriously skipped stitches – but it's still going). My decision to get a new machine wasn't purely based on it's performance issues; I'm sure a service would have sorted it out. My growing skill set meant that I wanted more than the little Brother could give. So I decided to upgrade. One evening I stopped in at the studio of my local Spotlight. My words to the sales lady were: 'I'm not looking to buy today, but I think I want a new sewing machine'.
Ha ha ha.
She lauded the Brother NS30 and I was so impressed by all its features (though I bet I'll never use all seventy stitches!) that I ended up ordering one that night. And it was on sale – fifty per cent off!
And, my god, the buttonholes! I never made a buttonhole with my old little Brother, mostly because I was sure it was hard. The NS30 does it for me. So easy. All I have to do is place the button into the foot attachment, let the machine gauge the width, select the type of buttonhole I want, and put the pedal to the metal. I'm pretty sure even Pat could handle that!
It's so easy, in fact, that I am going to make Colette's Ceylon. The sixteen buttons no longer freak me out. Of course, I'll take out the puffy sleeve cap. GirlMaverick does not do shoulder accentuation.