My singer died

After a couple decades, one canvas tent, any number of pieced comforters, several dresses, placemats, pillows, etc, etc, my second-hand industrial singer ruptured a disc. Actually, it cracked a drive-belt gear. It will still hobble along in a limping fashion, but who knows for how long? SO last weekend, DH and I went looking at sewing machines. Then I came home and looked on the internet, and tought about things.
this morning, over breakfast, DH told me that the kitties have been talking to him and even though I'm a lousy cat-slave, I'm a good cat-mom, and they wanted to get me a present for Mom's day.

This in my Mother's Day present from the cats - a Janome Magnolia with a rotary bobbin and 27 different stitches. And it's strong enough to sew another canvas tent if I want to.

I brought it home (singing with glee!)and sat down straight away with new machine and instruction book. And in about fourty minutes I whipped out a nice sturdy heavy-duty denim tote bag with pockets and pretty hems. Oh my! New toy. There's gonna be a whole lotta sewin' goin' on.


Also on the died and repaced list today was two azaleas in the entry to the front door, which we replaced with daphne bushes!

And DH even repaired the screen door. He has been Mr. Handy Man around here today.


While I was sewing, the thunder began to roll and the lightning flashed and pea-sized hail came rattling down. The street outside ran with water like a shallow crick. I wouldn't have been surprised to see trout swim by. I know, the folks in the midwest would laugh as our mild and gentle weather, but it was a pretty impressive storm for us.