I fell in love today. I tried not to, I promised Rob I wouldn't, but I did. It was inevitable. My recent adventures in sewing have gone from kind of funny and blog-worthy to tear inducing and expletive laden, not very becoming I assure you. Probably funny, but not good for the blood pressure. It's effecting the harmony of our home... you see, a few days ago, I screamed so loudly at the machine as it ate and consequently ripped through my neatly interfaced denim (while trying to sew a simple hem), Rob thought I was injured and came running upstairs ready to head to the ER (not all that uncommon around here actually, but my machine has yet to put me there). I went cold turkey off of sewing for a while... mourning the loss of my tote bag, pouting a bit... today I went to Close to Home, a little sewing machine retailer and fabric store that is close to our home. Marilyn, a wonderful woman who saw the craze in my eyes, walked me through Singers, Janomes, and...the all-mighty Bernina. I test-drove a few machines. I walked around. I sat back down and tried the epitome of machine beauty. I had the exact fabric (now scrap) that had caused me fits a few days ago and the above Bernina sewed through that fabric like it was a warm knife through butter. Sigh, sigh. Marilyn allowed me to play around with the Aurora 450 QE and I love, but alas, Rob and I were not Powerball winners last night so... I think I've decided on the Activa 220. By all accounts a beautiful machine, a powerful little piece of machinery, and it's incredibly quiet... stealthy - what more could a girl want.
So it is with a heavy heart I come to terms with the fact I might need to upgrade my Rob-purchased machine... an incredibly wonderful gift from an incredibly wonderful man. But the silver lining - it made me love sewing, I mean LOVE, LOVE, LOVE sewing... and for that I am so incredibly grateful. To old loves, new loves and future loves.
