Sewing machines, like people, don’t like to be ignored. When I sat down to finish piecing the quilt tops, it had been almost a year since I last used my machine. To express its displeasure at my neglect, my machine began dropping stitches. Not one to give up, I gamely sewed each seam twice–figuring that between both the stitching would hold
Then I took my machine into the shop, or sewing machine spa.
It had been 8 years since I’d last had it serviced so I really shouldn’t complain. But still it was a bit of sticker shock to know that the cost for oiling, vacuuming the lint/dust out and cleaning the thing went from less than thirty dollars to one penny short of seventy.
Egads, talk about inflation.
I hope the shop massaged the thing and read it love sonnets for that price.
Either way, it is now home in the corner waiting like an overeager puppy for me to notice it again. Of course, it’s been sitting there for a week and I haven’t even taken off the cover–don’t want to mess up that 70-dollar detail.
When my parents came over for Easter dinner, my mother wanted to know if I’d used it yet. Um, no. What about the baby quilts you promised to make? Hmm, I’d only told her and my hubby (and of course blogged about that so everyone knows technically) so it’s not like anyone would know I planned to make them a baby quilt but didn’t (Plan B)
Alas, some people talk to other people who don’t read the blog and the news of the quilts has spread.
So, this weekend I will be using it to see if I can machine quilt the first of 3 baby using a walking foot I got from my mother. It should be fun (where is a sarcasm font when you need it?).
Oh and about those vintage dress patterns that I thought I’d get out of sewing… Yeah, my daughter noticed the Joann’s ad that I get in the mail and asked when we can go pick out fabric for her clothes.
I think that is the sewing machine’s revenge. Still… At least I’ll get my money out of it and it still works after 24 years.