Sometime in the 1990s, we decided to trade-in our old Singer sewing machine for a secondhand Japanese-made “Brother”, with some high expectations. It came in a nice glistening white…but alas, after the initial elation we discovered it was really another animal. Nothing seemed to fall in the familiar “right places”. For instance the thread take-up lever was staring at the user and kept nodding up and down, instead of facing the left. And the motor-drive really drove us crazy.
Oh how we struggled to tame the beast, instead of giving attention to the actual sewing Exasperated, we traded-in that white elephant for……guess what…an old-fashioned leg-powered Singer !
Not that Brother is bad — it dawned on us that we were ageing too successfully, and finding it harder to cope with new things in the fast-approaching dusk of our lives.