(Cue heavenly choir singing Hallelujah chorus)
After 20 years with my old Babylock (the last five of which were a miserable struggle), my wonderful husband gifted me with this.
I'm sure I casually mentioned these facts once or twice in passing (she said sheepishly) but, we never buy expensive gifts for our birthdays and there are about a million other more important ways to use our money, so I had resigned myself to the idea that it wouldn't be coming anytime soon.
On Monday, for her maiden voyage, I whipped out a Christmas apron. She runs like a dream, smooth as butter. I am in heaven. Thank you, thoughtful husband, for once again reminding me why you're my lobster.
Speaking of Christmas aprons. I am making them so that everyone in the family (even the guys...theirs are called "maprons") will have one for our annual Christmas Eve gingerbread fest.
The tradition of putting together a gingerbread house came about when the boys were young and needed something to occupy them during the endless hours preceding Christmas morning. Over the years, as we got more skilled at it, our houses became more elaborate. Here are some photos from last years creation, "Santa's Barn".
I can't believe it's already time to be thinking about Christmas, but here we are. I have already started on the Christmas sewing.
The other two are filled with modern, simple block quilts that better fit with the time constraints of my life. I have already picked out a pattern from The Practical Guide To Patchwork for my next quilt. I promised Kade I would make him a quilt from Circa 60 when it comes out in December.