Oh Bernina...

My sewing machine has spent the last three weeks in the shop getting a tune-up. Prior to that it was in Utah. It has been over five years since I have used it myself. I wasn't sure I would even remember how. We needed new hot pads...terribly and I decided this would be my first project with it back. Threading the machine came back like clockwork. The hum of the motor was familiar and as my fingers threaded the material through the foot I was taken back to a time when I was six. My mom first taught me how to make pillow cases. Mine were an awful "dusty rose" (my favorite color at the time)...I was chastised for trying to go too fast. My stitches didn't line up and the lines came out crooked. As I look at my finished hot pads I realized that even after all of this time and thousands of sewing projects since that first one....not much has changed. I am thinking that the only difference now is that I don't have my mother telling me to unpick each individual stitch so I can make it right. Instead I will hang these in my kitchen and use them and feel ok and remind myself "at least they work"...such is my life. Sometimes a little messy but "at least it works!"