It seems like I have never quite been able to manage owning a sewing machine that I really love to use. My machines always seemed to have at least one thing that I found really annoying. My grandmother raised me to believe that a Singer machine was the best. Now, that may be true if I had her Singer. (Where did her sewing machine go anyway? Why didn’t I get an option to have it?) I have owned 3 Singers, two were awful and one was okay. My last Singer was awful and quirky and I patiently loved it. I took it apart often and finally it died. I had projects to finish when it died and Jo let me borrow her newly acquired Brother. I was amazed at how much fun sewing was again. I did my research and bought my own Brother. I am grateful for a sewing machine that allows me to love sewing again.