My new old sewing machine

A person who takes a look at my wardrobe without knowing me any further can't even imagine that I sew. I don't blame her either, because along the years I've been more and more exausted with sewing.

Sewing do requires a lot ot patience, and it is far from flowers and happiness: you go to hell sometimes and there you stay, trying that the fucking thing be perfect.

So, as my will of doing new things is vanishing from the surface of earth with my depression, the main role that this sewing machine had before turned out in a few uses to change elastics of the dresses or fixing a thing or another. Some weeks ago I made a few accessories, but that's not common.

With my participation in the Pink House group, I was inspirated by the girls there to paint things. Then the pink spray said 'hello' to me in a store, and we had to hang out more. My first victim was a Daiso black earring stand.

It turned out so good that I gained confidence to paint the sewing machine. So, the first step was clean it and remove the stickers.

Before

After I cleaned it, I covered some parts with tape or replaced them with plastic. Then I applied white spray paint all over it to hide the printed words. When it was finally white, I painted it pink.

Then when it was done I thought "that's too plain", so I decided to sacrifice the Sheep Garden stickers from my Gothic & Lolita Bible. I usually don't take off the stickers, but I realized that lately my life is worth less than a sticker sheet, because I don't mind if I die, but I stay sad if I lose one sticker, so I decided to change that. Depression sucks.

And that is the final result! I am very proud of it! Painting it pink not only make it look newer and happier, but kinda made me feel more useful and made me have more will of sewing.

Now I am looking for the next pink spray victim!