Out at the outlet shops, gathering Christmas gifts, I spy this window display of antique sewing machines. Covet. Covet them all.
If your friend quilted on this machine, you could give truth to the phrase that you are merely sewing in order to keep up with the Joneses. [Lame humor, I know.] Makes our sleek, shiny machines look boring boring by comparison, doesn’t it? (Although I like the way our new machines sew.)