Requiescat in pace

My first sewing machine has died. It is no longer capable of maintaining thread tension. Normally I would fix these sorts of things myself, but the panel that this particular broken part is hidden behind is locked in place by a machine stripped screw and I have no way to get it out. I guess it will go to the donation pile where some other unfortunate soul might take it to the repair shop, and I suppose I will be asking for a new machine this Christmas instead of filling out my kitchen a little more. Much sadness all around.