I had this crazy idea. As my crazy ideas go, this one's pretty good. On Lasqueti, there is a Farmer's Market on Saturday morning. It's a great time to pick up wonderful fresh produce, bread, chocolate and other edible treats, as well as the work of island artists. There is usually live music and chair massage, and there used to be a hairdresser.
So, I thought it would be cool to bring a treadle sewing machine down to the market and offer mending services while people shopped and chatted with their friends.
Like most things on Lasqueti, this one fell into place like magic (and the help and generosity of a few wonderful people).
One friend, Sheila, had a machine and was willing to lend it, but it was being stored at the home of Swiss Dave. Need I mention that Swiss Dave lives at the end of a trail, deep in the forest? Another Dave, the one who plays a great clawhammer banjo, volunteered not only to pick up the machine but also to wrangle the cast iron beast down the trail.
Once it was delivered to its temporary home on my porch, I gave it a good cleaning and oiling. The drive belt also needed to be mended. Singer has a fabulous website where I was able to find that my machine (a 127) was manufactured in 1936, in Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu, Quebec. I was also able to download the manual!
The 127 has a "vibrating shuttle" type bobbin. It works beautifully, somewhat to my surprise. An odd little device. The machine is quite lovely to sew on. I would agree with several treadle users (there's quite an online community) who say that the treadling action is very peaceful. It's much like spinning, soothing and meditative.
I'm down to the Market on Saturday, weather permitting. More pictures then, but in the meantime here's a happy snap of me and Gracie at Jodi Beth's birthday picnic at Boot Point. The fellow next to me is sharpening alder sticks to cook campfire bannock on.
Gee, you'd think the last century never happened!