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3 steps forward, 2 steps back

Yesterday's class:

Successes:                                                    Failures:
Learned a new technique                             Killed my sewing machine
Used a new store model                               Am now REALLY wanting a new one
Have a good beginning on a quilt                Can't sew anything at home until repairs are made

I've spent some time online researching possible fixes to my machine, and have finally decided to take it somewhere to be serviced. Depending on options and cost, I may have it repaired (if that's a possibility), but I'm also researching machines that will actually quilt (and no, not the longarms, we've already ruled that out). There is a big possibility that the problem with my machine is that I'm pushing it to do things it wasn't created to do. I may be able to have it repaired and use it for basic sewing and get something that I used just for quilting. We'll see.

Meanwhile, today is Bobby's birthday. I think I was able to surprise him this morning, and we're going out for supper with his Mom tonight. I had planned a big meal in my mind, but this cold has me somewhat brain-dead and I've not organized our schedule this week very well. He was gracious about it, and told me he'd gladly take a rain check when I was feeling better. I'm hoping this is the last week of this.

So quilt-wise 2013 is off to a very bizarre start. I've finished one quilt-top, started another, and hurt my sewing machine. And now I'm off to google repairmen in the area.

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