I work at an urban high school, and it's a pretty stressful job. My husband is a stay-at-home dad and also works part-time at a bookstore, so there are nights that he's not home. On those nights, when I'm stressed out and frazzled, this is the most relaxing sight I can see.
I adore its power. I love how it powers through layers of quilting cotton, denim, or anything else I can throw at it. I love the complicated path the upper thread takes through the machine.
And I really love the fact that someone else used and loved this machine before me, and now I'm continuing to take care of something that mattered to someone. I wish I could know who she was and what she made.