The other day I found out that the sewing machine that I use is affectionately named the “Grasshopper”. It was my maternal grandmother’s and is still in perfect working order. It only goes one way – no reverse, no zig-zag, no button holes and certainly no fancy embroidery mode.
For the whole of my mother’s childhood it sat in her bedroom which was always called Mother’s Sewing Room.
My grandmother died when I was eleven and I had never known her. When I told my grandad that I liked to sew he asked if I might like my grandmother’s sewing machine. He went to get it serviced and there was only one minor adjustment that needed to be made.
It is all made of metal and weighs a tonne. It is green like the army and that is exactly what it reminds me of. It looks like something straight out of Soviet Russia.
Here are some photos of The Grasshopper:
The box it came in…
Which doubles as an extension table
I’ve had it ever since and absolutely love it.