Never Give Up
When arms and shoulders want to buck . . . you never give up. Out of the depths I brought forward my 1968 Montgomery Wards sewing table. It was the ultimate at that time. As I sat in my sewing studio today and surveyed my options, I knew if I could give my arms a good three inches less in height to reach the sewing bed as I sat in front of the sewing machine, it would feel pretty darn good. The sewing machine is heavy enough that this sewing table is solid. Have I thought it all the way through? No. When I put the embroidery until onto the machine, I will most likely have to set the machine back up on the white table . . . but then, I am not going to pre-judge it. For right now, I want to enjoy some straight sewing as it is set up. In a day or two to come, I will measure once, measure twice and see what is needed. This today . . . was huge. It’s a good thing I had an emotional attachment to this table, or it would have been long gone over the course of 48 years.