I am currently sipping on a diet lemonade that I found around 3:30 this morning in the dining room from last nights dinner. Gross, I know, but I guess I think if I was drinking it at 3:30 and didn't die I can keep drinking it now, at 6:30. Last night was another long night. Better than the previous night, but still full of drama. After borrowing a friends machine and deciding that there is no way I am going to be able to quilt on it Jay, C and myself headed out shopping for a new machine. The closest JoAnn Fabrics that is currently not under major renovations and sells machines is roughly 45 minutes away. We made the long haul, ended up getting a way better machine than I thought I would get, spent more money than I thought I would, had dinner at chick-fil-a (hmmm...diet lemonade) and made the long journey home. After putting C in the bath and then in bed it was time to start sewing, or so I thought.
It turns out suddenly owning a very smart machine + being pretty tried at the end of a long day + flenching at every noise the machine made (remember the flying shrapnel) = one night of nothing but tears, stress and going to bed at nine.
After I had been awake for a little over an hour after feeding C at 2:15 last night, I decided to just get up and try again. Needless to say, I figured it out, kinda. Me and the machine are still not old chums like me and the old one, but I know relationships take time. After all, doesn't everything new you bring into a family unit cause you sleepless nights? Husbands (giggle), puppies, babies and now the sewing machine.
-melissa
out with the old...
in with the new...
