Image of the Pointer Sisters courtesy of Rick Kramer
I‘m so excited
And I just can’t hide it
I’m about to lose control
And I think I LIKE it!
So I trilled as I unpacked my new sewing machine this evening.
‘You sound like a pub singer,’ my boyfriend told me.
‘I don’t care,’ I retorted, ‘Let’s get excited!’
Can you tell? The new sewing machine has arrived. Here’s a blow-by-blow report.
1. Greeting the delivery man.
‘This is very exciting!’ I told him, as I answered the door.
‘Sign here,’ he replied.
Delivery men! They have no idea. Here is the virgin box, still unopened:
I’ve already texted my boyfriend to let him know the sewing machine has arrived. Oddly, there is no immediate text back. What’s wrong with the man? It’s not like he has a job to do. Hmmm. Actually… So I go for the scissors and begin the opening process:
Perfection In A Box
I’m feeling a bit scared now. Have you seen some of the equipment that comes with a new sewing machine?
I barely know what half these things are.
Dutifully, I go back to my desk and do an afternoon’s work. I resist the siren call of the new equipment downstairs that is giving off that seductive smell of packaging waiting to be torn open. Finally, the end of the work day arrives and I set up the sewing machine:
And that’s when the real silliness starts. Well, if you have a load of new stitches to try out it would be rude not to:
A taste free zone? You decide.
I need to go and have a lie down now.