I can't quite make out the fairy pix on my iPhone, they're a bit small, but they sound lovely.
In the end, I had to take the machine to an authorized Singer repair shop. I live at one end of California, and my sister, who lives nearby, sees her hairdresser at the other end of Cali every six weeks or so. (No, I'm not kidding. She drives almost 400 miles one way to see her hairdresser.) so I bummed a ride and got it fixed.
Meanwhile, I finally shipped my mother's sewing machine off to my nephew's wife. But not before replacing it with an identical one found on eBay.
I don't think I've shared the story here. Briefly, my mother left her sewing machine to the first of her grandsons to marry. It should go to his bride.
My mom died in 1993. So, twenty years later, I finally parted with it. It's a Singer Featherweight 221. But, like I said, I now have one of my very own. So that's that.
And now I am prepping to go to my very first sewing class. It's at a local fabric shop. It's a class specifically for making a spiral sort of tree skirt, using a 9° wedge ruler.
I'll post pix of the final product.
"And it is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance else that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen."
There is something profound about standing AT sea level.