Vintage Sears Kenmore Sewing Machine 1972
21 Hours
94
2
$125.00
Description
Condition
Payment Types Accepted
VenmoIF YOU ARE INTERESTED, TEXT ONLY 801-396-0146.
1972 Sears Kenmore Sewing Machine. Well-loved. Ready for its next chapter.
Usage timeline as follows:
1972
My mother purchases a Sears Kenmore sewing machine from the Sears catalog. She is radiant. She is unstoppable. She has a vision. The vision involves doll clothes, children's clothing, and at least one formal gown. She will achieve all of this. We don't deserve her.
1973–1986
The machine runs continuously. I am not exaggerating. My mother produces enough clothing to outfit a small village. Every doll we own is wearing a hand-sewn ensemble more sophisticated than anything I currently own as an adult. My Halloween costumes are legendary in the neighborhood. None of this is an accident.
1987
My mother walks into a sewing shop and meets a Bernina 930.
She doesn't come home the same woman.
The Kenmore is retired from active duty with full honors. It has served faithfully for 15 years. It has no idea what is about to happen.
1987–2019
The Bernina 930 becomes my mother's pride and joy. She speaks of it the way some people speak of a firstborn child. It sits on the sewing table in a place of glory, bathed in good lighting, serviced regularly, whispered to on quiet afternoons. The Kenmore watches from the closet. It does not complain. It is a stoic machine.
Occasionally, 1987–2000-something
One of us kids gets a sewing phase. Mom drags the Kenmore out of the closet, dusts it off, and hands it over with the energy of someone lending a car to a teenager — hopeful but realistic. We make exactly one pillowcase or a slightly lopsided tote bag, declare ourselves seamstresses, and promptly abandon the project. The Kenmore is returned to the closet without ceremony. It deserves better. It knows this.
2019
My mother passed away. I inherit both machines — the faithful Kenmore that started it all, and the beloved Bernina 930 that replaced it. Standing in her sewing room, surrounded by a lifetime of thread, fabric scraps, and finished heirlooms, I fully understood for the first time what it means when people say someone left something of themselves behind.
Recently
I clean up the Kenmore, and sit with the fact that I still do not sew. I have never sewn. I tried once and produced what can only be described as a fabric incident. The Kenmore has waited patiently through decades of closet exile and one well-meaning kid after another. It deserves a real home with a real seamstress.
Right now
I am posting this ad. The machine is in solid vintage condition, runs well, and comes with the original attachments and approximately the emotional weight of an entire childhood. I will not be held responsible for any tears at pickup.
Asking $150. Cash or Venmo. Local pickup only.
It's not just a sewing machine. It's where it all started — 50 years ago, in the hands of a woman who could make something beautiful out of anything. Please give it a good home. My mom would want that.
Location: Salt Lake City, Ut
Serious inquiries welcome. Lowball offers will be met with a disapproving look I learned directly from her.
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Vintage Sears Kenmore Sewing Machine 1972
21 Hours
94
2
$125.00
Description
Condition
Payment Types Accepted
VenmoIF YOU ARE INTERESTED, TEXT ONLY 801-396-0146.
1972 Sears Kenmore Sewing Machine. Well-loved. Ready for its next chapter.
Usage timeline as follows:
1972
My mother purchases a Sears Kenmore sewing machine from the Sears catalog. She is radiant. She is unstoppable. She has a vision. The vision involves doll clothes, children's clothing, and at least one formal gown. She will achieve all of this. We don't deserve her.
1973–1986
The machine runs continuously. I am not exaggerating. My mother produces enough clothing to outfit a small village. Every doll we own is wearing a hand-sewn ensemble more sophisticated than anything I currently own as an adult. My Halloween costumes are legendary in the neighborhood. None of this is an accident.
1987
My mother walks into a sewing shop and meets a Bernina 930.
She doesn't come home the same woman.
The Kenmore is retired from active duty with full honors. It has served faithfully for 15 years. It has no idea what is about to happen.
1987–2019
The Bernina 930 becomes my mother's pride and joy. She speaks of it the way some people speak of a firstborn child. It sits on the sewing table in a place of glory, bathed in good lighting, serviced regularly, whispered to on quiet afternoons. The Kenmore watches from the closet. It does not complain. It is a stoic machine.
Occasionally, 1987–2000-something
One of us kids gets a sewing phase. Mom drags the Kenmore out of the closet, dusts it off, and hands it over with the energy of someone lending a car to a teenager — hopeful but realistic. We make exactly one pillowcase or a slightly lopsided tote bag, declare ourselves seamstresses, and promptly abandon the project. The Kenmore is returned to the closet without ceremony. It deserves better. It knows this.
2019
My mother passed away. I inherit both machines — the faithful Kenmore that started it all, and the beloved Bernina 930 that replaced it. Standing in her sewing room, surrounded by a lifetime of thread, fabric scraps, and finished heirlooms, I fully understood for the first time what it means when people say someone left something of themselves behind.
Recently
I clean up the Kenmore, and sit with the fact that I still do not sew. I have never sewn. I tried once and produced what can only be described as a fabric incident. The Kenmore has waited patiently through decades of closet exile and one well-meaning kid after another. It deserves a real home with a real seamstress.
Right now
I am posting this ad. The machine is in solid vintage condition, runs well, and comes with the original attachments and approximately the emotional weight of an entire childhood. I will not be held responsible for any tears at pickup.
Asking $150. Cash or Venmo. Local pickup only.
It's not just a sewing machine. It's where it all started — 50 years ago, in the hands of a woman who could make something beautiful out of anything. Please give it a good home. My mom would want that.
Location: Salt Lake City, Ut
Serious inquiries welcome. Lowball offers will be met with a disapproving look I learned directly from her.
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