Today's Muse: Greasy - Singer Style

Finally moved the sewing machine downstairs to base. Spent the evening cleaning and oiling it proper. It's really quite remarkable; this Singer Sewing machine was purchased almost sixty years ago, but is still in fantastic working condition. Runs smooth as butter. My paternal grandmother used it, my mother made her famous dresses with it, and now I've laid claim to it.

It was sitting quietly with the rest of the boxes and books in storage. They said there wasn't any space for it? I made space. And I think it makes this place feel more like ours, instead of theirs.

Tomorrow, polishing.

EDIT: Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

The bobbin case is missing.