This past weekend, my oldest and dearest friend announced she’s getting married, and she asked me if I would make her a quilt. Well, yes! Yes, I will. (Do I like to make quilts? Do fish swim?)
I worked on it in a happy fever, and was quilting away, nearing the finish line, when this happened:
That’s right, that’s the innards of my Bernina sewing machine. There is something so wrong with this machine that my husband, who is an Electrical Engineer and a PhD candidate in Microsystems Engineering, cannot fix it. So the Bernina is back in the hospital for it’s second major mechanical repair in the past year, and I was forced to think of something else to do.
When in doubt, sit on the porch and knit. Ahhh, that’s better.