Serviced, but never made back home. Day 35.

Big Kitty, who loves shoes as much as I do, has been just as anxious to get my sewing machine back as I have. (Yes, I know that is Ramon's shoe, and not mine).



I was delighted when I got the call yesterday that my sewing machine was repaired and ready for pick-up. Ramon went with me today to bring that little puppy home. However, the sewing machine never made it.

I talked to Eddie for about two hours at Eddie's Quilting Bee in Sunnyvale, where my machine was being fixed. As Ramon recommend, I asked his opinion on if my current "Bernina" was qualified to meet my needs. I told him what I was doing, re-creating 30 Alexander McQueen looks in one year to learn how to sew. Wide-eyed, he asked, "how many?" in shock and disbelief.

He took some time to show me some other machines, and I got to try them all out. I really, really, really wish that I had known about this place before I bought the first machine. However, as Ramon says, if I hadn't have lost my job, I probably wouldn't have discovered until way down the road that it wasn't robust enough for my needs.

After testing numerous button holes, and asking a lot of questions I Ramon and I brought home this!





It may have cost more than my first and second cars, but it is less than Dalyn spent at Nieman's during the Green Party a few weeks ago.

OMG, I am so happy I could pee my pants. I am actually so happy that I finished the wool skirt! Too late and too tired tonight to put it on in the hallway, I will do it tomorrow, and post the pics.

For now I shall tease the lining, which I love. I didn't buy any in the city, which was a big mistake. I can only find acetate an polyester in the South Bay. So, I decided to go with something a bit more flirty and feathered because it tickled my fancy.





More to come on the beautiful Bernina Aurora 450 sewing machine and the many other goings on during the weekend soon. I'm pooped.

Instead of cutting wool, we're eating Yogurt. Day 32.

Still feeling bummed about frogging the entire panel of Ramon's sweater, I haven't gotten to cutting the wool, or going to the fabric store for the lining yet. Instead, I am contemplating something Ramon said last night, and little kitty and I are sharing some yogurt.



During dinner Ramon commented that I may have greater needs than my sewing machine can fulfill. What!?! *Still* waiting to get it back, he suggested that when I go in, I talk to the people there, since they are actually nice AND helpful, and get their opinion about my machine and its abilities to meet my great sewing needs. Ramon said to tell them about the project, and "really how much sewing you are, and are going to be doing over the next year. Julie, you may want to trade it in while it is still less than a year old, and in perfect working order. You may need something more robust."

Why does that make me feel about as sad as frogging his sweater?