How utterly lovely are these old Singer machines? Gold lettering on a heavy body. I have such fond memories of being asked ‘to help’ my mother by turning the hand wheel. After a while, my hand would tire, and I would use the other hand. Then my sister would step in. From lining curtains to hemming, the Singer would step out on Sundays. A little box full of spindles and bobbins, and stray hooks and buttons.
It’s funny how when I was growing up, I assumed a lot of brands were Indian. Like Bata, Colgate or even Horlicks. I never for a moment though Singer was a common feature in households outside India. And now, as they become one of the ‘retro-look’ staples, I feel ancient – really, something I grew up with is retro now?