I've been telling Barnaby to keep his eyes peeled (pealed? Dang, I'm dumb) for a sewing machine on Craig's List, and sure enough, he came home today at about 2:00 with this:
It's nothing fancy, but it's exactly what I wanted. I don't want to make clothes or anything like that, but a sewing machine would come in handy around here every now and then. I could make my own purse linings and hem stuff and sew my finger to something at least once.
Thank goodness it came with the instruction book because I don't know the first thing about a sewing machine. My mother tried to show me when I was young, but I refused to absorb it. I hate sewing, period. All I want to do are the basics.
Now you watch...tomorrow I'll be posting about how I've made curtains and a tablecloth and dresses for my dogs and ...
No I won't. I hate sewing, did I mention? Good Lord...what is all that crap in the bag that came with it? What is this "bobbin" you speak of? Oh my. Now I have it and I don't want it.