Is This The End?

At 2:09pm today, my sewing machine died. NO!!! Is this the end for my beloved Bro?  I think it died of exhaustion. I have sent it to the service centre for resuscitation. I hope they can do magic. It's only been a few hours since my Bro and I have been apart and already I'm pining for it. I know it's only a machine but it has helped me become the better person that I am now. I don't know how to live without it. An Empty Sewing Table syndrome is what I'm going thru' now. I'm just staring at my sewing table and wondering what to do. My girl suggested hand sewing. Ha! My boy said I could always read a book. I think some serious housework will do the trick.

I think it's time I get a tougher machine that can just sew simple straight stitches for hours leaving the more sophisticated functions to my Bro.

These were the last 2 zip pouches I made before you know what happened. I wasn't sewing zip pouches for the sake of sewing something. I was looking into a better technique to sew the zippers without having awkward corners. You know what? I think awkward corners are unavoidable. This is the best I can do. I should just accept it.

I took the taxi today because my Bro weighs a ton. Guess what the taxi driver did along the way? He handed me a brochure that said: Having problems with your menstruation? It was a brochure selling sanitary pads! I had noticed next to the driver was a big bag of sanitary pads! What! I said to the driver: How could you ask me to read this? Then I folded the brochure and stuffed it in the back of the seat. The driver just shrugged and never brought it up again. My goodness. Has this world gone mad? A taxi driver whoring sanitary pads? I feel so dirty. I really dislike taking taxis when me hubs is not around. I attract the creepiest drivers. I'm serious.

Hope your day went well without anyone trying to promote sanitary pads. I'm going to have a movie night with the kids and maybe play 3-players Heroes V. Hope nobody ends up sulking. (I mean me) Take care.