And Sew It Is

I see there’s a new version of “Snow White”. I remember the Disney animated one, where little cheeping birds helped hang laundry and tea kettles had faces and sang cheerfully. Maybe that was “Cinderella”. Or both. Those old animated ones taught me early on to anthropomorphize everything. Not just dogs, cats, or birds but inanimate objects. I’m thinking about this because I plan to pick up a new sewing machine. I put a refundable deposit on it a week ago and I wanted to have time to sleep on the idea. The phrase “at your age” sometimes creeps into my mind after a doctor last year asked me why I would take cholesterol medication, even if I needed it. “At your age, why would you bother?” was how she put it. I never went back to her but her words sometimes stick in my craw (whatever a human craw is) and I question my choices. I have a faithful 20-year old Bernina machine. With only slight lapses I’ve had it tuned and oiled regularly over the  years and it’s served me well. It still works all right. It just doesn’t accommodate a bunch things I want to do and honestly, a lot of the newer machines are more user-friendly. Easier for aging eyes, as my quilting guru Mogie tells me. I don’t want to give up quilting or sewing in general. But I wonder if my old machine will feel slighted. Cast aside. This “affliction” was so prevalent when I was a kid, I used to sit outside next to the street in the dead of winter to keep the family Christmas tree company until it was collected. This was in northern Wisconsin when temperatures were 30° or more below zero. (Thank you, Carol, for inspiring me to learn to make a degree symbol.) I was afraid the tree would be lonely after spending a couple of weeks inside the house and everyone oohing and aahing over its beauty. That new sewing machine? I picked it up.

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