I can remember being a little girl sitting next to my dearest grandmother Angeline Consolino and watching her sew on her old Singer sewing machine. She would lovingly hem a pair of pants for my mom, mend a hole with a patch in a pair of jeans I had worn through the knee, size down an outfit that was too big, or let out the waist just a bit in Grandpa's dress slacks. It gave me inspiration to see the joy it brought to her smiling face to finish a project. She would let me play with the leftover scraps from projects. I would gently wrap the scraps of fabric around my dolls and tuck them in or pin them or tape them on because I was too young to touch that glorious old Singer which I can proudly say I own. She wanted me to have it because she knew we shared a love of this hobby. She and I shared a love of these fantastic dream making machines. The brand doesn't matter so much as a good reliable machine that doesn't break down.