So maybe my infatuation with things from yesterday is as jinxed as my tolerance for new technology. I don't know. I do know, however, that the problem that i am having with my 1911 sewing machine appears to be exactly the same as the problem I am having with my 1922 sewing machine. And the barrier preventing me from fixing it is exactly the same: a jewelry sized flat-head screwdriver. Which I will purchase tomorrow. Which I probably have in triplicate here in my home but because I tucked it away somewhere where it wouldn't be lost , will not be found until years from now when my kids settle my estate. haha. Which brings me to another issue I am dealing with at the moment. Another thing that is plunging me into the depth of depression: since when did I become so unimportant in the lives of my children? When did I become so damn stupid and insignificant? When did I become (gasp) uninteresting!?
So it seems that my challenge for today - mainly because the magical air-drop from my phone to my ipad won't allow me to upload any of the lovely photos I took outside this everning - my challenge is to get over myself, accept myself and forge a new life for myself. Because if I don't change what is not working, then I've no one but myself to blame. And I've decided that life is too short to be unhappy. But challenge #1 is to fix my Singers.