Saturday, 12 November 2011

A love lost...

It is no secret that I love my sewing machine and overlocker. My first ever blog here was about my love affair with my sewing machine. The poor thing gets an absolute hammering and never lets me down.

Well.....until now.

It has been making a weird noise that I know is just because it needs a little tinkering and a bit of a break from me. Every couple needs some time apart sometimes, right?

So it was with a heavy heart that I packed it lovingly back in to its original box (I am one of those sad people that keeps all of the foam packing and packs it back exactly the same way it came to take it anywhere. Yet, there are a pair of dirty shorts on the floor of my laundry that I have managed to ignore and step over every single time I need to use the loo for the last week. I am the weirdest mix of fastidious and slovenly....but that's a story for another day.

I also packed up my overlocker. I don't know why, but I don't feel as maternal towards my overlocker. It seems so capable - like it doesn't need me to look after it as much. Maybe it's the blade? It's got it's own weapon - it's fine! They were loaded in the back of the car and driven to their maker - the Janome shop.

I handed them over and was told by the lady they would be ready in 7-10 days. My son was with me and has cottoned on to the fact that there is a Toy World in the same row of shops so I was being dragged there by a persistant 2 year old.

It wasn't until I got in the car to drive home that I really thought about what she said.

S-E-V-E-N to T-E-N DAYS!?!?!?!

Is she mental?!?

Didn't she see the way she had to prise the boxes from my hands?

Seven to 10 DAYS???????? Not minutes? Even hours I could manage but DAYS?!?!

WHY had I agreed to this? What possesed me to think this was ok??

Once I arrived home, I couldn't settle. Everything was annoying me. Luckily Mr Yumminess was home so he hustled Master Yumminess out for some nude paddle pooling (just Master was in the nude - we totally have Wilson from Home Improvement as a neighbour - those eyes would have bugging out had Mr Y been taking party in the nudie pooling!) while I listlessly dragged myself around the house.

Soon it was time for Master Y's lunch sleep time. I was about to read him his story when I was struck by an all encompasing urge.

I had to go back and get my machines.

I can't go for 7-10 days. That is absolutely ridiculous. Who do they think they ARE keeping my machine HOSTAGE for 7-10 days?!

(I'm not kidding you - I was really being this dramatic inside my head)

I marched outside to see Mr Yumminess, who was up on the roof doing something manly.

"Honey! I think I have to go back and get my machines!"

He paused mid nail gun firing...."What?!"

"I HAVE to go back and GET MY MACHINES! They said it will take seven to ten days!!!"

And I kid you not, this is why I love that man....he actually looked horrified and said "Oh no, you can't have that!" and he was deadly serious. This is a man who if you try to speak about feeling turns in to a robot with a stiff neck who can't look you in the eye - but my god, the man is a tradie - he gets my love of my tools.

Seriously, the theme from Chariots of Fire started playing....I hand-balled the book reading to Mr Y, I grabbed my keys and I jumped in my car to make the dash back to the shop. They closed at 2pm - it was 1.15pm - it was a half an hour trip. I HAD to make it - tomorrow was Sunday....I couldn't wait - I wouldn't wait!!! Who CARED that my machine had been making a weird noise? We would overcome it together!!!

About 4 metres down the road, some common sense kicked in and I thought to call them. I'd better let them know what I thought of their dastardly plan and that was coming to break my babies free!

The lady answered and I started talking (in what I recognise now as a maniacal way)....she cut me off and said pleasantly.

"Oh, we can have them done by Monday afternoon - you just have to pay an extra $20. Didn't we tell you that when you dropped them off?"


I was back in time to kiss my boy before he went to sleep.

Somewhat sheepishly.

I LOVE them, ok??!?!


Anonymous said...

They really should make a movie of that Alana! You are such a crack up!

I'm sure your precious machine will come back having missed you just as much as you have missed it. And she won't make anymore funny noises either :) xxx

Kirsten Hayward said... have me in fits of laughter!! The cats are looking at me like i have lost the plot!

Imagine the reunion you will have on Monday...

Angie said...

I just lost my comment eeek.....similar story when I had to race down the hill at 4.20 on a Friday afternoon so the Janome man could thread the lower looper for me. The thread on the spool had run out without me realising and I did try to watch the instructional DVD for tips but after messing around for about an hour, I wasn't going to be without the overlocker for a planned sewing weekend if I could help it!!

Lauren Dennis said...

Thank you for making me smile.

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