I need someone to blame so I’m blaming you.
Now don’t give me that look. All innocent and such.
You knew it and didn’t tell me.
I trusted you. And you just let me go around, like I had a big ‘ole piece of spinach on my front tooth, and didn’t tell me.
I’m waiting for an apology…
Why didn’t you tell me?
Each and every sewing project I have ever done has gone terribly wrong. The machine jams. Thread breaks. It all gets wonky.
I thought it was me.
But it was my sewing machine.
And YOU didn’t tell me that my machine is a dud.
You’ve been there for all of those ‘teach myself how to sew’ projects. Standing by me. Rooting me on. And failed to mention that I bought a crappy machine. How was I supposed to know as a beginner that I shouldn’t buy the cheapest machine from Wal-Mart?
So today amidst my last minute scramble to complete Christmas presents I finally threw in the towel. I actually almost threw my machine out the window.
I made a panicked call to a good friend who has a good machine tucked away nicely in her closet. It’s now mine for this holiday season. Now I know what to ask Santa for Christmas.
Thanks for taking the blame and being a good friend. It’s easier to deal with than realizing that I should have known all along.
We’re now back in business. So come on over and have a cup of coffee with me. Sit back and relax while I sew properly for the first time ever. I can’t wait to show you what I’ve been working on. Capes and tutus… all around.
Update: Okay, so Sarah told me. But she let me struggle for a year. But now that I’m thinking about it, I believe she told me about a year ago that my machine was a piece. Okay, so I have selective memory. Thanks for allowing me to rant. Love to you all.
Love and Peace.
Just kidding. Thanks for helping me work it out and get it all in order.
