. . . I'm one sewing machine away from an episode of Horders. 
Give 'em a call. Time for an intervention.

We went around to a bunch of estate sales yesterday . . . all of them had an antique sewing machine or two, but I didn't even think of buying any of them. One of the sales was just a few blocks away from home here in LaFayette and Franny bought a washing machine from them. I went back over this afternoon to help load it. When I got there, everything was half off. They had what I assumed was a 1950-ish electric Singer machine in a small desk/table that had seen better days 50 years ago. $25 on the tag. Half price

. . . hummm . . . that's like $12.50. Still not interested. It's an old style machine, but it's got a black wrinkle finish and no decoration . . . and the table had venier pealing up all over . . . Nope, still not interested at $12.50. One of the ladies working there saw me looking at it and when I started to walk off she stopped me and said "$10?" D@%&! Bought another one!

The good news is, with about hour of gluing, a little sanding, and a good rub-down with boiled linsead oil, the cabinet looked 1000 times better. I cleaned and oiled the machine, make a couple of minor adjustments and it runs great. The wiring was about 50 years past it's prime, so I pulled it out and will replace it, but it looks decent and it sews great, and I've only got 10 bucks and a couple of hours invested. I might make some money on this one. It's gott'a be worth 20 bucks now . . .
