For my sewing machine. Wait. Make that, my new sewing machine. I got a new sewing machine. Michael caught me by pleasant surprise and secretly ordered me a new Brother Cs-600i for my birthday. Which is in October. I’m feeling rather doted upon. Given that I have been sewing on the very same machine I learned how to sew upon (12 years ago), and given that I had not kept up on the maintenance that was deserved, well, it was time for a new machine. I’ve been saying this for 2 years. And ta-da!
I am happier than a pig in shit, to quote a friend. Sixty stitches! Seven different feet! A double needle (what do I even do with that?)! It’s intimidating to even touch and I’ve been sewing with the manual next to me as if I’ve never laid hand on a machine before. Some more about this space:
I adore this spool organizer, a thrifted find. And knitting needles, because if they aren’t in my face I’ll never use them.
I had spent so much time hauling my sewing machine from a closet to the dining room table when inspiration struck. This made sewing way too much of a hassle. When this beater desk appeared in my life, we did some rearranging and voila, like magic, I have my own sewing space for the first time in my life.
I leave you with a surprise from our garden this morning. Our turnips are ready for the pulling! We are so pleased. We are off in search of the best bagel in Lawrence. Any advice?