Imagine my surprise this afternoon, the day before the biggest show I do all year, when my sewing machine--yes, the very SINGER whose praises I sang only a few weeks ago--absolutely quit working. I mean "quit working" in that when I opened it up, there was a PIECE OF IT just sitting there! A piece of the machine! Gah. Evidently, it is a tradition or a curse, as this very thing happened last year during this very same show.
I was in the middle of stitching up a few last minute items for the show tomorrow, and when the stitches started looking more like crazed Morse code ramblings, I figured it it was a sign from the heavens that I should maybe think about packing--which I did, for about 4 hours. So, silly curse, I'm ready for the show.
Also, thank goodness the machine guy is in at 8:30 tomorrow morning.
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