The week before, as I worked through the last bit of a binding on my trusty steed, there came a sound. I know you’ve heard it (or one just like it). One of those ugly sounds that sewing machines and cars make when they heard you might have received a bonus, or a few bucks back from the IRS.
I packed her up and took her to my beloved repair folks – Frank’s Vacuum and Sewing in Monstrose, CA. Harlin spent a few minutes wiggling things around and told me he’d call in the morning. I drove off, holding my breath.
I got her back last night… it seems I had worn out the needle linkage and the bit that brings up the feed dogs to do their business. And nicked the bobbin case (again). She’s a working machine, not a show horse, so none of this sounded out of line considering I’m heading into my 10th year with her. I’ve put thousands of thread miles on her: I completed a Master of Fine Arts degree in Fiber with this machine, and have made and quilted close to a hundred quilts in just the last three years. To say she deserves some love is an understatement.
While she was gone, one of her sisters came to hang out and keep me company. I am blessed for good friends that share my taste in sewing machines* and are willing to let them come visit as needed.
Tomorrow she and I have a date in the studio. We’re gonna test a pattern together. Can’t wait!
* She and her sisters are Janome Memory Craft 6500Ps. Love ’em dearly.