Hot rod Lincoln
This isn’t really about a car, but I did get a new hot rod today – a hot-rod all-metal Japanese sewing machine, a Janome HD 1000.
And my daddy never said I’d drive him to drinkin’ – being from Missouri, he never dropped his g’s at all – but I remember well, and fondly, the times he’d yell from another room, “Laura, slow down! You’ll burn that motor up!”
But I digress. The point is the new sewing machine. It replaces my piece-of-crap plastic Singer that has been making me cuss – the one, in fact, that made me quit sewing for years after I bought it in 1998 to replace the one I’d bought when I was 20.
John, bless him, wanted me to have a better one, one that would feed fabric properly and work like it should – and, truth be known, part of it was probably that he’s sick of hearing me swear at the damn thing.
He did research for a while and decided the Janome was what I needed.
Today it arrived. Actually using will have to wait until after our trip, but I did take time from frantic preparation to admire it for a minute – getting two people ready for a longish trip, plus getting a house and dogs ready to be left, is hard and time-consuming work.
I’m excited about it. I think it even smocks, which means I can do some really cute things for the girlies.
John and I also agreed to get a hot-rod new vacuum to replace our extreme crapola Bissell as soon as we return. I won’t even get started on that nasty thing, other than to say it makes us both cuss. And miserable when we use it.
Life is too short for icky machinery.