New sewing machine

How lucky am I to have a new (to me) Simger machine. It has been hanging around unused at OH’s parents house and originally belonged to his grandma.

It was difficult at first. There was no manual, and the machine, while sewing, was bird-nesting underneath the fabric. Googling told me there was issues with tension.

My experience with mum’s Janome as a kid is… Sewing machines just go! There were never issues with tension and the machine had little notes on how to thread the machine. This Singer – nothing!

I started Googling images of Singers. There are some lovely antique ones on show. I eventually found one that looked similar to mine that had a manual available. And OH took over to thread the machine (I did the bobbin and the needle!) and we did yet another test piece. Success!

The tension is interesting. The straight stitch seems to require a different tension to a zigzag. I really don’t have much material to play with, but after scrummaging around the house, I realised I could use my old work uniform. Does feel weird to cut up a perfectly good shirt.


A large block in a secluded, quiet, natural spot. Keeping chickens, perhaps breeding rabbits, beehives. Veggies, herbs, fruit trees. Passive house, puppies, no financial stress. Self-reliability, happiness, purpose.

And my OH by my side.

It may not all come true, but a girl can dream.

Garden, Home

I dream of…


Just me

I am not what you would call a fashionista, quite the opposite, actually. Compared to the girls I work with, who pamper themselves with makeup and pretty hair, I literally jump out of bed, make brekkie, splash my face with water, brush my teeth and run to the car (it’s cold at the moment!) with a finishing touch of a clip to hold my fringe back.

With no red lights on the way to work, I put my hair up quickly in the car park, unless I’m (un)lucky enough to hit roadworks along the way. A smear of Lucas Papaw on the lips and I’m ready for work!

Am I the only one who prepares for their day like this? I don’t think I look poorly presented, but maybe not so done up as some others. Sometimes I do put in the effort, but I would rather catch my zzzzz’s.