You are so Beautiful

So on Saturday as I sat sewing my guts out getting ready for Fall Quilt Market. My Sewing Machine decided to not sew. It stopped and refused to start. So I patiently took the whole thing apart and oiled it and cleaned it and put it back together. And miraculously it still did not sew. So on Sunday I tried again I oiled it and took it apart and put it back together and this time it worked it sewed. Only this time the fabric wouldn't feed through. Well, I gave up for that day. Monday I figured out that the feed dogs had decided to not come up all the way anymore. I do lower and raise them a lot. Well, this machine is not super duper fabulous and I only paid about $200 for it so I decided it was not worth getting it fixed. Which led to me wanting to do this Because I went over to the trusty Bernina store and purchased This

Isn't it beautiful.  Thats what I thought too.  I haven't sewn on it yet.  I am afraid that when I do I won't be able to stop.  It is an Aurora 440 Quilters Edition.  I read the owners manual for 2 hours.  I read it over and over.  I put all my precious little presser feet in the little box and I laid in my bed with a smile on my face.  I also had a bit of a stomach ache because beautiful sewing machines do not cost $200.  Just so you know!

Why, oh Why

So you know I have 5 kids. I didn't realize how much damage they could do. For some odd reason they really like to break things. Especially my things. And especially these three boys that I had right in a row. Usually they break things that mean a lot to me or that I really need. For example a few weeks ago they ruined my round brush that I use every day to do my hair. They totally smashed it. Or they ruin things with spray paint which if you go back far enough on this blog you can witness. Well, about a week or so ago my broom came up missing. So I bought a new one a couple days ago and low and behold if those little buggers didn't break that dang broom in half. I just do not know what would posess 3 little boys to break a broom in half, but I am not a little boy and I have never been a little boy so I guess I would never know. For lack of my camera being out of commission right now all you get is a picture of the broom I wish I had so I could fly away to a place where little boys do not break my stuff. Even my broom. Which I need to sweep up the crumbs that they leave all over the floor.

Hopefully my next post will be sooner and be full of happiness!!!