So, I took her into the shop for repair and Bob says "You are too rough on this machine. You batter it. This is a delicate instrument. A beautiful machine." Good heavens, yes, I know Bob. I'm abusive. I admit it. I'm not trying to hide that. It's perfectly evident. Can you fix her or have I killed her?
"This machine is not meant for that sort of thing." Oh, please stop scolding me. I know this. I've had enough trouble these past few weeks. You aren't my father nor are you Jan's dad. You are her "physician", so stop judging and get to diagnosing and repairing. I am still waiting for the sewing machine police to come to my front door and arrest me and book me on abuse charges.
This went on for countless minutes. The shaking of the head. The tisk-tisking. Onandonandonandon. I was rescued by his lovely co-worker (I forget her name but I should name a machine after her) who said "Have you ever thought of using an older model machine? Something all metal and sturdy, since you only use a zigzag and a straight stitch". Why, yes lovely co-worker...I used to use my Mom's old machine but it broke and I got this new fangled thing that is apparently a delicate flower, too precious to be man-handled by the likes of me. I am very interested in a sturdy mule-like machine. Do you have any?
She guided me by the elbow around the corner (they keep the elderly machines in a side hallway away from all the pretty young things) and my heart almost stopped. Two rows filled with refurbished, rewired geriatric puke green sewing machines. It was like a dream. Beautiful.
I found Jan's great grannie...an old Janome New Home. It's the best. It matches my favorite mug. There's no "up-down" feature for the needle, but this baby is solid. After a few minor incidents (confused threading, bobbin insertion issues and a misjudgment of needle position...through my index finger was not the correct position), we have settled into one another. Bob said he would call me when Jan had "recuperated" after her "surgery" and I have a strange feeling he's going to make me sign some sort of technical release form. Sewing probation.
However...in tribute to the supposedly frail young Jan, I present to you her workhorse heart. All the tough stuff was done on her before she collapsed. I just finished up the embroidery and design amendments over the past few days, though.