buttonholer

The face of the Buttonholer popped up once again.

For all such deficient machines, a buttonholer provides the missing functionality.

There must have been something in his tone which warned the Buttonholer, for the man let loose his grip and backed away.

The buttonholer attaches to the machine's presser foot shaft, replacing the foot with its own.

The later buttonholer models even accept templates that guide the machine into sewing a variety of different buttonhole sizes and shapes.

He couldn't jump; he couldn't leave this man alone-this Buttonholer by the name of Joe.

To rectify this, Singer produced an evolving line of buttonholer attachments that mount on the machine's shank and provide the missing functionality.

She has a free arm for cuffs and collars, a self-winding bobbin, 14 different kinds of stitches and a built-in buttonholer.

It had been the first time he'd ever been seized upon by a Buttonholer, although he had heard of them often and had laughed them off.

The Buttonholer had seized upon Norman Elaine that morning, after he had parked his car, j"st when he was leaving the lot.

A buttonholer is an accessory for a sewing machine which automates the left-right and front-back motions involved in sewing a buttonhole.

Buttonholers usually include a metal plate that covers the machine's own feed dogs, so that they do not interfere with that of the buttonholer.

The White Sewing Machine Company produced a buttonholer that is almost identical to the Singer 489500/489510 template-driven buttonholers.

Singer made an attachment similar to its buttonholer, and using a similar needle-clamp-powered locomotion, in order to confer some zigzagging ability on its straight-stitch machines.

And there went Joe as well-the little man who'd waylaid him in the parking lot that morning, a little Buttonholer for whom he'd felt anger and disgust.

The buttonholer draws power from the machine's shank via a small hinged arm, and uses that power to forcefully move its foot left, right, back, and forth.

And there was the lapel-clinging Buttonholer who had caught him in the parking lot that morning and had clung onto him when he tried to push him off; there was Harriet Marsh, with whom he had a date this very night.

First, there had been the Buttonholer who had collared him; then Lucinda Silone who had wished a dream of dignity and peace; and after that, Lew Giesey, dead behind his battered desk-and finally the man who had spent five hundred years in a culture that had not discovered a profit.