I have written my share of sewing posts. Typically these posts share the love I have of sewing, today is a different day. I have always been interested in sewing and roughly seven years ago Jay bought me a fairly inexpensive machine from Target for my birthday. Like most things you get what you pay for, even machines...except for mine...she is/was a beast. I know that I have put far more miles on that machine than was intended. She has sewn all the curtains in my house, dresses a plenty including a bridesmaid dress, window seats, lawn furniture slip covers, purses, bags, stuffed animals, bed skirts and roughly seven quilts.
She has been so good to me. Pushing through layers of fabric, long hours, not all the time treated kindly, sometimes even shamefully I will admit cursed at and at times hit her. She has been telling me that she needs to retire, dropping stitches and getting louder and louder. Tonight she really told me. She cursed a little and hit back. After going through two quilters feet, dropping countless stitches and breaking three needles (one hit me in the chin, one in my left eye) I threw up my white flag.
She won, I will retire her. All it took was flying shrapnel.
Okay my sweet dear old lady I give up, I will retire you. Thanks for your devotion and all the good hours we put in together.
-melissa