Isn't she pretty?
This beauty (a New Home Westinghouse) came with our house. The woman who lived here before us was in her 90s and the house was full of wonderful old things. I encouraged her family to leave as many of them as they wanted. Less work for them, more treasures for me. Alas, they took most of the cool bowls and bric-a-brac and left some big uncomfortable furniture we're still using. But, this sewing machine is one of the gems we inherited.
I unwrapped it last weekend because I hoped for it to be my new machine. After looking at it for about ten minutes I decided I simply don't have the patience to learn how to use it. It's hard enough to fiddle with my newer and simpler machine when the tension is wrong or the bobbin get's all knotted up, but having to track down a manual and join a chat group just to turn this thing on is not my idea of interesting. So, I put the bubble wrap back around her and stuck her back in the dining room.