Al principio la máquina se la había dado mi madre y a mi hermana que amaba, empezaron a realizar un curso de costura, pero mi madre con tantas ocupaciones y distracciones no pudo aprender ni mucho menos concentrarse en este oficio, mi hermana no se dedicó a ello y la máquina andaba rodando, la mesa se deterioró y solo quedó la estructura, y la máquina, yo la veía y pensaba vale la pena aprender es una excelente máquina, actualmente no las hacen de tan buena calidad, de tanto rodar se le perdieron algunas piezas.
A mitad de pandemia aún con mi niño pequeño, mi madre me compro una máquina, al no saber dónde llevar esa a reparar, aunque esa es otra historia, mi mamá llevo esa máquina a reparar ya cuando había mas cosas abiertas, la llevó a un señor que según no cobraba un dólar de revisión, cosa que me pareció rara después de revisar dijo que sino le daba 30$ por la reparación la iba a perder y pagamos ese dinero aunque la máquina no había quedado del todo funcional, una compañera de curso la termino de nivelar y entre tantos tropiezos esa máquina es la que actualmente me está ayudando a realizar los bolsos con materia de tapicería, lona semi cuero entre otros.
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Fotos tomadas desde mi celular.
Portada editada con Kinemaster.
Traducción: Google Traductor
In English:
My Beginnings in Sewing.
My motivation to learn was an old sewing machine that belonged to my great-great-grandmother, my grandfather's mother. When she died at 95, the machine was given to my mother, who brought it back from Zulia with great effort and help from my cousin.
At first, my mother had given the machine to my sister, whom she loved. They began taking a sewing course, but my mother, with so many occupations and distractions, couldn't learn, much less concentrate on this trade. My sister didn't dedicate herself to it, and the machine was in disrepair. The table deteriorated, leaving only the frame and the machine. I looked at it and thought, "It's worth learning; it's an excellent machine."
They don't make them as good quality these days; from so much use, some parts were lost. In the middle of the pandemic, still with my little boy, my mother bought me a machine, not knowing where to take it to be repaired, although that is another story, my mother took that machine to be repaired when there were more things open, she took it to a man who supposedly did not charge a dollar for revision, which seemed strange to me after checking he said that if I did not give him $30 for the repair I was going to lose it and we paid that money even though the machine was not fully functional, a classmate finished leveling it and among so many stumbles that machine is the one that is currently helping me make the bags with upholstery material, semi-leather canvas among others.
Sources: Photos taken from my cell phone. Cover edited with Kinemaster. Translation: Google Translate