Dear Mom,

What else?  EESH!!!  It's not just one of those days, it's one of those weeks.

So I started sewing after you passed because Michelle offered me your machine and I said, "I'm going to learn how to sew!"  Ever since you died I've been all about the I can do it mentality.  I can go on a cruise.  I can climb the rock wall.  I can run a 5K.  I can put a blue streak in my hair.

I can do it.  Why not?

So I've been sewing for a while now.

And I'm STILL having problems with your machine.  It's a timing issue.  On the bobbin.  And will run me at least $70-75 to fix.  I know this because I called the sewing machine repair shop and I learned something.  Your machine?  I'm not disparaging, but apparently I've grown past it.

I sew too much.  LOL!!!

There's nothing wrong with your machine...well, besides the timing issue...but it really isn't meant for the level of work I've been doing.

It's time to consider buying something new.  Something "fancier."  More bells and whistles and presser foots and stitch variations and on and on and on.

:::sigh:::

I'm at the point where I realize that you are not the machine...nor are you any of your things that we have kept as mementos...but it's still hard to let it go.  I know Andrea always says that it's not about the thing...it's that I learned how to sew in honor of your memory and that you wouldn't want me to keep something that's not working for me.

It's not working for me.

And right in the middle of Tink's quilt too.  DANGIT.

Tink came down and picked out gorgeous fabric for her quilt.  I was so excited to start on it.  And Garrett picked out all the fabric for his big boy bed.  I can't wait to start on that either.

I know that in the grand scheme, this is a little thing.  But compounded with all the other little things that have gone wrong this week, it feels like a big thing.

I know I need to, but I don't want to pick a new machine.  You know?

But I need to.

Keep moving forward.  Thank you, Uncle Walt. ;)

Love,
Kathryn