He didn’t buy me this fancy new sewing machine JUST so he could have my old one. Nope nope nope. He bought it for me because he LOVES me.
And he wanted my old one.
But he bought it for me because he loves me. Really. And to prove it, the new one is fancy-dancy-schmancy (hereafter to be known as FDS), and my old one was just fancy-dancy (known as FD). My REALLY-OLD one (we’ll call it older than dirt – or OTD) wasn’t even fancy – but it still works, only in an I’m-older-than-dirt-why-do-you-make-me-work-so-hard mode. I’ve only had it 30+ years, and it was used when I got it. Hmmmm….I wonder if FDS will last another 30 years??
Hubby was using OTD to make moccasins. It was getting to be a crabby old thing, moaning and groaning and complaining about being overworked and underpaid. FD breezes right through those suede moccasins like they were made out of cotton. ‘course … FD is just a youngun compared to OTD.
Wanna see what I made on FDS, as soon as I got it home? I know, I know. Some folks get a sugar-high. I get a sewing-high. I think I was close to sensory overload – a sewing frenzy overtook me, and cast all semblance of calm, rational thinking right out the window with the cat. Oh. wait. We don’t have a cat … right out the window with the cap (nightcap, that is. as in no sleep a-comin’ that night!). True story. I was up until way, way past 0-dark-hundred, past 0-dark-thirty, and almost into yawn-forty-five. I did make it out of bed for church Sunday morning, though – some things are just more important than sleeping in.
Sew … er … SO … did I manage to stir up any sewing machine envy??