All Hail the Queen

Elizabeth that is.... even more precisely, a friend's Ashford Elizabeth which she had purchased for her daughter in the 80s. It had been used once, and before I knew it, Lizzie was parked in my parlor waiting for some serious attention. She got it in a hurry, though not without a little frustration. Poor girl was bone-dry and her moving parts squeaked relentlessly. After a quart or so of oil and a ton of frustration, we got her to do her job. With two decades of early retirement behind her, she probably forgot her reason for existence so wasn’t very good at training us, and we weren’t very up-to-speed on how to handle her. In fact, the Ashfords have changed so much that working with this wheel was really akin to having an antique.