I take good care of my machine. In the year that I’ve owned it, my Lover and I have probably disassembled and thoroughly cleaned the parts a half a dozen times, on top of oiling it and keeping it free of dust and lint on a regular basis. I practically baby the damned thing. So, you can imagine how frustrating it is to have my machine start acting up on me while I’m working on the final hem of my blouse. It’s terrible to be so close to the end, and have my machine prevent me from finishing.

Sometimes I wonder why I keep trying so hard with that machine, instead of simply throwing in the towel and getting a new one.