Well, I think we all have at least one. I have two and another being promised to me. My mom's side of the family were the creative ones and their sewing machines were kept, passed down, and treasured. Until me. It is time for an Antique Sewing Machine Makeover! I've been hiding that thing for 20 years and the hubby has threatened to throw it away on numerous occasions. Only room for one in the attic. During all the construction it got used as a work bench and a paint station. We were nearing Christmas and my son coming in from the Marines we rushed to put the house back to some sort of order. I was left with an extra piece to the puzzle and no place to fit in. Kind of felt sorry for it. It was time..something even if it was minor had to give it the ReLove it deserved. After all Aunt Rosie Saved up for a year to buy it. I could at least show it the respect it deserved.
I didn't have time to makeover the iron legs and I will get to caring for the rest of this soon but for now it says " I'm ReLoved" Aunt Rosie would be proud and I'll always look at it and chuckle about her stepping in the paint bucket when I was little.
I painted the top with Two coats of Raven Fat Paint. No sanding no priming. Let dry for about 2 hours. I then used a French Script