This little black singer would sit on my dinning room table my whole childhood. I would watch my sister create wonderful things with it. Great stuff animals, clothing, dolls, etc... My brother even got into the act making a frostline snow jacket one year. I also remember my father using it to make a canvas top for our pop up camper. I still remember the days I would plead my sister for left over fabric to create with. Of course she spent more time then she would care to fix the messes I would create with the thread. It still remains the best machine I have and many more great creative creations to come.
