Well............. I better admit to something here:
My late mother gave me a sewing machine as an extra wedding present. I was not interested and it lived in its box (unopened) under the stairs. I was then busy bringing uop my family, and the machine stayed where it was...... for 25 years. I then decided to make a quilt (long story), booked a place in a beginners class and turned up with my machine (Frister and Rossman Cub 4) still in its unopened box. Full marks to the teacher who was not phased, but unpacked the box with me, had a good look at the machine, and then taught me how to construct quilt blocks. That was in 2oo2. I still love my little machine. But I must admit that these days it gets services regularly, like a pampered pooch, and is much loved.
Nancy (putting tongue firmly into cheek), may I humbly suggest that you sent your 'Singer Lady' and her poorly machine to Pat.
Lorchen