I have wanted a sewing machine for well... a very long time. I have always wanted someone to teach me how to sew with it as well. I always wanted my Nannie to teach me to quilt.
Well... they bought me one when I was like 5. It broke because it was made for kids and I was most likely to rough.
Time is precious and I always felt bad when I knew someone I could ask to teach me.
Nannie claims she forgot how to quilt. Riiiight.... but she pretends to be dead serious when she says this to my face.
So the Saturday we played Ole Miss... I was on a mission. It hit me at 12 that I had enough extra money to make my purchase. I had found the one I wanted online. Walmart was it's home.
I yelled at mother so she would rush to get ready so we could make it back in time for kick off. (Not yelling mean at her, but or less encouraging her...) I was ready wearing RD's tee shirt, leggings, and flats. She prefers real clothes when making an adventure.
Drove like a crazy person to Sylacagua, only to learn that they had gotten rid of their Craft department. Yes. Gone. I was pissed. No other word to describe it. Beyond pissed. Livid.
The man told me that the closet one was in Anniston, I YellowPages.com'ed it, (Who would have though? I used what I sell all day long... hmmm) and called Talladega... YES!!! CRAFT DEPARTMENT!!!!
Drove like an even more crazy person and tah dah!!!!!
My own little sewing station.... I bought all the goods: Sewing Machine (50 Stitch Selection), carry case, supply box, fabric scissors, needles, thread, and a whole bunch of fabric.