Ten days is really, really a short time for machine service, but it seemed like a very long time.
There wasn't anything wrong with it, but it just needed a regular service to keep it happy. And to keep me happy.
I tried using my machine-before-this-one, and it's a lovely machine, it's just not this machine. This one threads the needle with the push of a button - magic. And this one has an integratd dual feed foot - if you know, you know.
So this morning I hemmed a pair of pants, put binding on a potholder, and stitched a portion of a quilt block. All long, long overdue.
And there was a needed mental reset in my mind, that maybe, just maybe I can do things, I can be pracical and I can be creative, and I can complete things.
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Is it our AGE that makes us think we CAN'T?????? Is that why we second guess ourselves.? I have a wonderful rectangle here on the desk..I sewed scraps together and made something powerful...I glance over tot he desk a couple times each day to marvel... I might share it on the blog one of these days but fear the comments.
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