desire

the object of my desire

So my sewing machine has been making awful noises lately. I had my mother listen to the soul-crushing noise the machine makes when starting up, and she agreed that it doesn't sound good, and may die one of these days. So we started looking at replacement machines, just so that I would have an idea of what I wanted if my machine does die. She found - so she is totally to blame for this - the Singer 9960. Sigh. It's a beautiful thing. It has every feature I could want on a sewing machine, including alphabetic fonts! I could stitch poems into my quilting.
Swoon.
Maybe one day.