This is the machine I learned to sew with. It was not love at first sight. Callow youth. Nevertheless, I grew to love it, and it's been showing me a good time for lo these many years. If I had more room, it would be set up all the time just to make quick work of fixing the back pockets on Bill's jeans.
Bill is a relief driver on a rural mail route, which means he sits in the passenger seat and drives with his left hand stretched to the steering wheel and his left foot on the pedals while he delivers to boxes on this right. The seat belt thing is always catching his pockets while he's twisted.
It's not difficult mending if I get to it before there's an actual hole. He's getting better at giving me a heads up before it gets to that point.
This kind of mending is not my finest work. But he's not picky.
Come to think of it, many of the qualities I love in that old Singer describe my husband, as well: Strong. Durable. Dependable. Many amazing hidden features.
And he's still showing me a good time after lo these many years.