The Sewing Machine
Posted on | May 12, 2010 | Comments Off
She had passed by the box containing the brand new sewing machine for months. She just couldn’t bring herself to open it and get started. It was much fancier than the one she had owned previously, and it had been years since she’d sewn anything. She “had” to have it and when she got it she ran out and bought fabric and thread and other assorted items and then promptly stacked them in a corner to sit collecting dust.
The time had finally come that she would open the box and she did very carefully. She was surprised at how little the machine weighed compared to the older machines. Guess they don’t make them like they used to. It had buttons and an LED display. In the scheme of things, this could be a good thing, or a bad thing. More to go wrong. She placed it neatly on the table and took out the manual. She decided this would not be a toy she plugged in first and asked questions later. She read carefully through how to wind a bobbin and thread the needle. She marvelled at the stitch options and capabilities of the machine. This ought to be fun.
She ran her hands over the fabrics and carefully placed the thread in the container she had purchased admiring the colors she had selected all those months ago. She looked everything over, and then proceeded to pack the machine up in the carrying case she purchased for it, never having even turned it on.
She went upstairs and considered what she could potentially make out of the selected fabrics and many buttons and trims she might have laying around the house. Only time would tell how long it would be before she touched the machine again. She was sure it would be an adventure when she did.