Riley and I were tooling around the local photography shop yesterday and right next door… was a tailor. Cool. We walked right in to find an older, refined looking gentleman dressed in perfectly tailored clothes, operating a humming sewing machine. Now this machine looked ancient, but sounded perfectly tuned; gears, oil and thread chugging along. We introduced ourselves to Joseph. Finally we asked him where he got his equipment. He scribbled the name Fred and phone number on a piece of paper.
Today, we visited Fred up in Oceanside. Riley played with an empty bobbin as we explored the wooden shelves of the back room of his “storefront”. “What you need is a walking-foot”, Fred explained. We zeroed in on a well used green, belt driven sewing machine. This thing looked like it had sewn every flag on earth, but sounded just as good as Joseph’s. By the time Riley was up from his nap, Fred had delivered the machine to the garage. I’m renting it for three months. Let’s see what this baby can do!