This is how you fit ten sewing machines in a 10'x12' room:
On top of the bookcase.
On every level surface, under the desk, and inside the cabinet.
And lined up along the wall with the extension tables removed to conserve space.
Oh, and I did say ten. I know last week it was nine, but this week it is ten. This is number ten:
She's a 1955 Singer 201, often called the finest machine Singer ever made. I can't attest to that, since I haven't tried every--or even most--machines Singer ever made, but she is a beauty. She has a "potted motor", which means that she is gear-driven. No belt to stretch or wear out and she's very quiet. Not nearly as powerful as my Pfaffs, but definitely an elegant lady. Once again (sorry, Kat!) $25 on craigslist, with the art deco cabinet. Yes, I am aware that I am approaching crazy cat lady territory with the sewing machines, but when they fall into my lap for less than the cost of a skein of sock yarn, what's a sewing machine enthusiast to do?