I was 14 years old when I got my first sewing machine. It was love at first sigth! I spent hours and hours together with my best friend and most beloved item. We had our own universe, the sewing machine and I. We were the perfect unity. But now that relationship has come to an end; the sewing machine doesn't work any more. I am completely heartbroken!
Oh, yeah I am sure that some of you might think that this machine is pre-historic - it was made in West Germany! It belongs to a time when the Berlin Wall still existed. Well, that feels a bit pre-historic. But no: I rather call it vintage! Unfortunately it is now broken vintage!
Nothing lasts forever. It is time to move on and get a new sewing machine. I really look forward to find something new and fresh but I will always remember my first love! I will remember all the secrets we shared, all the travels we did together and of course; most of all I will remeber all the fancy creations we made together.
RIP my sweet Sewing machine. I will always love you!
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