Where I work is like stepping back in time. There is machinery dating back to the 1950’s, whirring and clicking away whilst we work. A lack of spare parts means a lot of space is dedicated to machinery not in use but may one day come in handy. That’s what I was told anyway, I see it more as a place to hoard old things bought from car boots. The place is starting to look like a museum.
With that in mind I thought I could find myself a prop to take a photo with, so I chose this old sewing machine. It came in a beautiful box and is unbelievably heavy, especially considering I had to walk home with it. Luckily my boss didn’t ask too many questions about the reasoning for taking it home for the weekend. Then again they don’t seem to ask about the plain brown packages that come regularly anymore. I probably should take more care, since they almost opened a package with a dog tag in it.