I shouldn't even write about the Bernina because it's sort of tainted- it's like showing off a prize unfairly won (reminds me of that time at Dixie's birthday party where I pinned the tail on the donkey Right where it belonged because the blindfold affixer was not meticulous). To explain: those of you acquainted with Bernina know that the machines are priced to reflect their quality (25 yr. guarantee on the innards guys). So I walked into the Bernina store to ask if they had any used ones- just out of curiosity. Next thing I know my dreams were overtaken by all-things-sewing while I waited for my Activa 230 PE to make the trip from Chicago to Manhattan- which it did, Friday. Truly, even in my sleep I was excited about this one. Big purchase without consulting my husband- therein lies the taint. I still feel guilty, but at the same time seriously happy. I've already pieced a full-size quilt top (diggin' it? it's Amy Butler's Brick Path quilt in Lotus; you may remember the fat quarter photos, caveat- on close inspection I realized that the striped fabric is Joel Dewberry):
and sewn a pair of capris (with Liberty of London fabric cuffs) for Hana's birthday present. Could I have done that on the $156 Brother XR-65 (Walmart acquisition)? I don't think so. I can't wait to start the next project except that we're leaving for Texas Thursday (5/30 through 6/11, so call y'all) and there's a house to clean and packing to do and a yard to mow and a cookout for which to prepare- all before we go. So, I'll have to tear myself away from her- boxy, unsightly thing that she is. See, it IS what's on the inside that counts. Love, Sara
Oh, and just in case you weren't convinced I'd been sewing my little heart out, I'm on my fourth bobbin. Hardcore sewing, right?