A
dressmaker had been working in the field all her life. She'd been caressing and handling her sewing machine. Earned a little money out of it, though the fact was the
revenue and cash-return of a dressmaker could never be enough to give a comfortable life to her. The income and the expenses rarely met at both ends. Moreover, when it was time for servicing, the center for that did not exist. Took
quick lessons on how to handle the servicing by own self. Good for her if she'd succeeded, but what if she did not? Not many dressmakers had technician brains. What should be done?
The worse was to be done; that was to do her best to go easy on the utilization of her sewing machine till she'd got enough funds to obtain a new one. What if the funds couldn't be raised? Then the worst of the worst would be decided to be done; have the junk discarded and return to ancient time when they were using pig's bristle or sharp thorns as needle to stitch. Means this apocalypse reminds machine work never last longer than the work of the bare hands.
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