I learnt to sew on my mothers old Husqvarna that is as old as I am. Apparently she was frightfully expensive in her day. My mum sent her my way again when I was pregnant with my first. I made a simple cot quilt and some tab curtains, but I was not so much into sewing as I am now, you see, so the Husqvarna languished in the cupboard. For some reason she came with us to Sydney, and glad I was of this when one day I stumbled upon a shelf full of Amy Butler and knew I wanted to make something.
Back then I did not realise the value of old things. I thought the Husqvarna was clunky and ugly. I yearned for a new plastic model. My mum sent me her old Janome when she upgraded again. For two years the Janome and I tried to tango, but dance well together we did not. The Crafty One bought me a new Janome, and while the old one did serve my mother well for a good 5 years or more, the new one died after about 12 months. Search as I did for the receipt we could not find it. The store it came from was understanding (I guess they must see this a bit) they offered to take the old one off our hands and sell us another for a (slightly) cheaper price...
However by now I had deemed my Janome days over and requested the Husqvarna be returned. I researched, I bought service manuals, and by now I had learned that new was not better and that old, well, was something else all together good.
Upon her return I dusted her down, I found an overseas stockist of her missing bobin holder. I wedged her old power point into the socket, I put my foot down, and slowly she clunked over. I did not desist as I knew she had some clever self oiling mechanism. What I did not know was if said mechanism had lasted 36 years...Slowly the old girl started running faster and faster. I played with her tension, I fiddled a little, and soon I had her humming and was running up stitches in no time.
I decided such an old, faithful girl needed a name. Hilda came immediately to mind and though I have toyed with others, I keep coming back to that most Scandinavian of names.
Welcome back Hilda, you may be brown and metal and corroding, but girl, you can sew!
ps: She needed a cover, one to match her age, so some vintage sheet strips were sewn together and bound, you can see them in the corner. I promise to post a picture of Hilda in her new coat very soon.