I spent the morning wandering around Ridgewood, waiting to look at a sewing machine from craigslist and feeling guilty for not knowing basic greetings in Polish. (Like "Dzien dobry! Pol kilo rasberry linsor cookies, prosze?")
Eventually, a very sweet grey-haired achitect showed up, sold me this amazing Japanese sewing machine from the 1960s, and drove me back to Bushwick while pointing out landmarks like the building he was born in, and explaining Ridgewood/Maspeth/Bushwick population shifts over the last 80 years.
I oiled up the machine and made a dress for a party. It is incredibly powerful, with an engine that houses a small soul, like a motercycle or something. I think we're bonded for life.