But the biggest thing is I don't want to sell my house to buy it. Where is that machine? I don't want a stitch regulator or fancy stitches. I don't need it to sing to me when it turns on, or have a drink holder for my coffee. I don't need it to store pictures of my family that pop up when I am trying to sew. I just want it to do the job of sewing. Even Wilma had a sewing machine that worked.
Where are you Mr. Right???? I dream, fantasize and pray for you. I even have been searching (dare I say?) the Internet for you.
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In the mean time, does any one what to buy a Bernia 200 upgraded to a 730 that tap dances?