After I complained how much I loved my machine and I didn't want to replace it with anything but the same one (which is no longer sold), my hubby said he would take a look at it. When he opened it up, it was filled with lint.
The tool that got my sewing machine opened was none other than a quarter. Thanks honey! Of course, when my sewing machine was put back together, my hubby handed me a stack of pants he needed hemming. I suppose that was the real motivation to wanting to fix my machine. Too bad, I normally hand sew his dress pants to keep the stitches hidden, but I'll keep that secret to myself just in case my sewing machine needs some more TLC later on. :)