It all started when I was sewing strips together for the border
of a Christmas (gift) quilt. Needle was jamming and I'd have to
keep releasing the needle manually. I tried all the things I've
been trained to do to try to remedy "EL PROBLEMO"
O...sheeee-LAC! AND DAG-BLASTED!!!
I don't want to quit sewing!
I'm on a "roll" here. But, the machine is not wanting to cooperate.
..I need to take her to my favorite Bernina repairman...
(Christopher? are your ears burning?). It's almost a 30 minute drive,
one-way, withOUT traffic. UGH...and I WAS on a
She's a heavy girl...my Bernina. Lugging her downstairs and
into the car is no easy feat, but I did it. After putting her in the
back seat, and securely buckling her in, I was off to Dave's Bernina.
Being true to my worry-wart-self...
all these terrible thoughts began to buzz around in
meee ol' pea-brain
Will I have to leave my precious "Bertha" (my machine's name)
overnight? Or, worse...for days? Maybe even a WEEK?
Would this problem be expensive to fix?
Would they have to order a part?...and Bertha have to wait
all alone and scared in the repair room without me?
Maybe, I should mention.... I've paid a pretty penny for Bertha.
The exact amount, I wouldn't dare divulge here. I could get
arrested and put in the DOG-house! So...needless to say...
I was holding my breath the whole 30 minutes!
Well...making a short story...long ('cause I'm a blabber mouth),
I lugged in Miss Bertha and brought her the "doctor". Mind you,
I'm still holding my breath. BUT...
After about 5 minutes she was fixed!
BIG SIGH!! BIG THANK YOU..., a few purchases at
the Bernina store and I was ready to put Bertha back
securely belted into my car. Happy and BREATHING,
I was on my way back home!
And...that...my friends was how time passed
for my Tuesday afternoon.
Was YOUR Tuesday as "exciting" as mine?