When I lived in New York, I was fortunate enough to run the first incarnation of Fabrikate (then a home furnishings business) but quickly discovered that the several home sewing machines that I had been using just couldn't support the amount of work I was doing with them. I knew several fabric shop owners had recommended a guy named Jimmy on 37th Street. I called him and went to his shop, which was located in a dingy basement. He was a sewing machine mechanic who specialized in vintage industrial sewing machines for all manner of people and companies. He would salvage sewing machines for fun from old sweatshops in New York and the surrounding area, then refurbish and resell them. I explained to him my needs and the problems that I was having with my home machines. He had several refurbished machines in the dark and dirty hallway in front of his tiny, overcrowded work room. Some were newer and much flashier Jukis, but being that my mom always used a Singer machine, I was drawn t...