A couple of weeks ago, I bought a 1948 sewing singer sewing machine from an amiable, but meek suburban ladyman wearing a black ruffled sewing apron. It's so dang beautiful I want to eat it. Instead I'm making stuff, stuff for the house (faucet cozies, fur roof wigs) stuff for my body (mesh panties, leopard wings), stuff for other bodies (butt enhancers, felt eyelashes) and stuff for the kitties (dog uniforms). Watch out Martha Stewart!