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tashabear
tashabear
good thing i'm pretty, 'cause i sure ain't smart
So. I have all this sewing to do, right? And my kind and wonderful duchess invited my over yesterday with my apprentice sister to do some sewing. So I took my sewing machine, for to do the sewing (it never did get used). And when I take things out of my sewing room, they need to go back in right away, or they will get tripped over, and in the case of the sewing machine, it could be harmful to both parties.

So I got home, and I was exhausted from only getting four hours of sleep the night before and driving all the way down to Hudson and back (something like 30 miles or more, each way), so I was really dragging ass to get everything upstairs (I should add here that my pretty little Elnita weighs a TON). I also had a bag of stuff from Joann in my other hand (this bit of information will be of slight importance later).

People who carpet hardwood stairs in older homes should be shot. (This is also important.)

I was almost to the top of the stairs. Two more to go. I slipped. The thread rack in my Joann's bag gouged me in the stomach. I put out a hand to stop me falling down the stairs, and

dropped my sewing machine.

It tumbled all the way down the stairs. All. The. Way.

I set it up to see if it was okay, and the hand wheel wouldn't go all the way around. Something was catching inside; I couldn't see where. Nothing to do be take it to be looked at.

I took it to Audrey's Sewing Studio & Vacuum Center today to see if it could be repaired. Audrey herself looked at it and said that I'd probably bent the shaft, and it was very likely unrepairable. Even if they could do anything for it, which she didn't think they could, it would be $90. However, she could sell me a machine to replace it for $158.

Part of me wanted to think she was telling me this just to sell me a new machine. But Audrey's has a great reputation, and I pretty much knew in my heart that my poor little Elnita was dead for good. It was a hard fall. I'd have been highly surprised (relieved, but surprised) if it had survived it.

So now I am the proud owner of a Janome Model 405. (The link doesn't go to Audrey's but she doesn't have 405's on her website yet.) I haven't set up this one to sew yet, but the showroom model sewed beautifully. It's a very basic, utilitarian machine, but I don't need bells and whistles. I need straight stitch, blind hem, and buttonholes. Reverse is nice. I have all that here (reverse is actually standard on all regular machines now; the little "handy-sew" POS machines they sell on TV don't have it, but they suck). I even get a free "Know Your Machine" class with it.

So, I'm pleased with the new machine. I just wish I hadn't had to buy it just yet.
17 trips or shoot the rapids
Comments
tpau From: tpau Date: April 28th, 2004 01:48 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Janome kicks ass. i have a 4623LE which is nifty. had a lot of stuitches i didn't need, but had a needle position button, which i desperatly wnated. and automatic buttonholes :)
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 02:48 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Honestly, had I more money and it was a planned purchase, I'd have gone for a few more bells and whistles, but I didn't, so there you are.

And I admit that not having to do buttonholes is a major reason for sticking with earlier period garb. I like stuff I can just pull over my head and settle into place. :-D
sandthistle From: sandthistle Date: April 28th, 2004 02:56 pm (UTC) (base camp)
YOU POOR THING!!! I mean, waycoolnifty on the new machine and all, but you POOR thing!

Think of cheerleaders and pompoms. That'll help.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 03:52 pm (UTC) (base camp)
It makes one wonder... where is the handle?
sandthistle From: sandthistle Date: April 28th, 2004 04:07 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Diet Coke missed the keyboard. Nailed the shirt. You are a menace, woman. A total menace.

btw, ok to add you to friends? My LJ posts are friends-only, and it's a crap shoot whether you'll get knitting, random chica silliness, or serious work-bitch, which you might find boring. Figured I'd ask first.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 04:10 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Well, yeah!!!! :-D
emmacrew From: emmacrew Date: April 28th, 2004 03:14 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Owie. Glad you didn't drop YOU all the way down the stairs. Is your tummy ok from the gouging?
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 04:11 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Tummy's fine, but -- and this is so funny (to me) -- I put the box with my new baby on my shoulder to carry it up the stairs, and barked my knuckles on the stupid stucco on the wall opposite the banister. I just can't win.
sandthistle From: sandthistle Date: April 28th, 2004 07:36 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Stand down. Step away from the sewing machine. Breathe.

Ok, now you may recommence navigating the stairs.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 09:36 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Okay, ponder this:

The stucco on the wall is sharp enough to draw blood.

I frequently sleep topless.

I often get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

The bathroom is downstairs.

When I am sleepy, I often bounce off things.

You do the math.
sandthistle From: sandthistle Date: April 28th, 2004 09:53 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Ok, you know how some things remind you of other things?

Yeah, this can't go anywhere good.

A friend was visiting me. She took a shower. I hear a plaintive "Saaaaaand?!" from the vicinity of the bathroom.

"Whaddya need, sweetie?" I yell from the living room.

"Come heeeeeere?!"

She was shaving and, uh, the razor somehow ended up in the vicinity of her tatas and, uh, well, you know how they have protruding bits?

You do the math.

She became "the nipple-less wonder" for the remainder of her stay, and would kill me if she knew I was telling the story.

Bouncing can be good. Tatas are your friends.

Sometimes.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 09:59 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Oh, the poor baby! That SUCKS!

(I still think the previous owners of this house were smoking some particularly pure crack, though.)
mariora From: mariora Date: April 28th, 2004 04:38 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Ouch on the gouging. *plays taps for the Elnita*

Joy!! I love my Janome!! I have an older version of the one you got and I love love it. ;)
frostyw From: frostyw Date: April 28th, 2004 05:32 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Ouch! It seems like you survived the fall; I hope you're okay.

And I thought the point of hardwood floors was to show them off, not hide them.
sandthistle From: sandthistle Date: April 28th, 2004 07:37 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Socks + uncarpeted hardwood stairs + urgent trip downstairs + half awake + cat = not good either.

Maybe stairs should be outlawed.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 09:37 pm (UTC) (base camp)
When stairs are outlawed, only outlaws will have stairs.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: April 28th, 2004 09:31 pm (UTC) (base camp)
And I thought the point of hardwood floors was to show them off, not hide them.

Yeh, well, so did I. You should see the color of some of the woodwork around here.
17 trips or shoot the rapids