We’re celebrating the publication of Stash Books’ Me and My Sewing Machine with a series of posts on one of the best helpers you can have in the handmade life—your sewing machine.
I learned to sew on my mother’s old green Elna, the machine she got as a bride in the late 1950s and used until she died forty years later. That machine was a war horse, built from the same aluminum alloys they use in airplanes, with a tough green metal case that reminded me of an Army jeep and even a little tool kit to keep the machine running—a world away from the sleek space-age Pfaff I sew on now.
