In quilting, as in life, sometimes something comes along that just screams “YOU NEED ME!”
I’m thinking along the lines of chocolate 🍫, cocktails 🍹, or an alibi.
Last week, it was a fancy-schmancy sewing machine. Well, I say fancy like it does everything but butter your butt and call you a biscuit, but you know what I mean. Don’t get me wrong: I love my ’54 Featherweight, Lenny. But Lenny is a straight shooter. No fancy stitches. No automatic needle down. No “here, let me thread the needle for you, you old bat!”
But this machine does. Heehee.
I lurked in the sewing aisle of Wally World so long, I was starting to creep myself out. Yikes!
Did I need it?
Did I want it?
Like a premenstrual woman wants an entire Godiva chocolate cheesecake.
So many stitches…😲
It came with enough feet to make Old Mother Hubbard giddy PLUS a FMQ foot and a walking foot. Be still, my covetous heart.
A walking foot is my dream come true. Actually, no, that’s Tom Selleck. But a walking foot’s damn close!
And then…le sigh…the piece de resistance…
Someone hold me.
Isn’t it divine? Like the Jason Momoa of sewing gadgetry. I need a cigarette. And possibly a cold shower.
I almost feel a little guilty having banished Lenny to the closet. Almost. Doesn’t she look pretty sitting there?
I pondered over names for several days and asked for suggestions on my Facebook page. I’ve never had to pick a girl’s name, The Diva’s notwithstanding. Who would join my merry band of Lenny and Tom? Nothing really grabbed me until I was listening to a favorite band and then I knew.
Meet Molly…as in the Celtic punk band Flogging Molly. She’s kinda loud, a little flashy, and makes my toes tap along to the beat.
She’s been here atop the table since November 8th and a certain male someone in my house has yet to notice her. Care to wager how long it’ll take him? 🤔😉🤪