Oh sewing machine.
I love you. You were given to me in 2006, from a very kind lady who answered my Freecycle plea. The wife and I drove 30 miles to collect you from a tiny little beach village called Llangrannog one March afternoon. I used you quite a bit in those days, then I moved back to Chester and you were put away in a cupboard and forgotten about mostly.
I came to Bristol and after getting a little workbench set up, I used you quite a bit.
But I have been rubbish towards you lately. I’ve barely switched you on over the past few months. I’ve not been going to Stitch and Bitch (mostly because I’m afraid of the neighbourhood I walk through to get there, and I don’t drive)
But then I remembered that I like making things. And that I could do with a new skirt for work. Also that I’ve been getting annoyed with all my crap rolling around loosely in my bag (I’m a fussy neat freak in certain aspects of my life, and my handbag is one of them!) and have been meaning to make some pouches to pop things in.
Sewing machine, I promise I will use you some more. But I have no idea what to make!