But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadillac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

Bought this Singer sewing machine table at My sister in Law’s Community garage sale over the weekend. I’m in love. Been wanting one for awhile. And while they are pretty common and easy to find, sometimes they are out of my budget.  And I got it dirt cheap. Con: Thing weighs a ton. legitimately. Fortunately, my sister is a bad ass and helped me lug into the apartment (no dolly!) just straight lifting. We took a lot of breaks and the elevator, but we still both had sore forearms and biceps the next day. It should be fun to move again someday. Next time I will have something with wheels handy.

I Love it. It goes so well in my room. AND, it works. Everything is functioning from what I can tell so far. It still has a needle in it even. Only thing it needs to actually sew is a treadle belt (think that’s what it’s called) which is about $9. Although, I’m worried dewing with it will cause more damage. From my research I’ve found that it is a Singer model number 66, made sometime around 1910-1920. Apparently I can email Singer with the Serial number the machine for an exact date it was made. Kind of RAD. Also, I can still purchase the manual from Singer. Party.

Singer, When I can afford it, I will come to you for my next machine.