Isn't she beautiful? We've been spending a lot of time together.There was a message from Gina on my phone Saturday. "Cally, somebody has left something here for you. If you could come pick it up, that would be great. We close at 4:00. Thanks."
Um...Gina... as in Bernina Gina? Hmmm. How nice, someone random bought me some fabric...and left it at the store...to surprise me...because...it's...a....huh?
Then I remember all my sisters thoughtful interest in my desperate need to break up with my hunk-a-junk cheap machine. Her empathy and compassion for my needle breaking, thread tension hating, stitch skipping woes and miseries. And how the passion was slowly slipping away...
And her questions that morning about specifically which sewing machine I was saving for, because she's done some research and has found a couple good suggestions.
Oh, she's so helpful, and nice. "I'm going with the Bernina's from Gina. I can keep upgrading until I reach the mother of all machines." Dreaming.
So, I hear the message. Panic. I can't call Corrie, no long distance. So I grab my neglected cell phone...I think there's long distance on there. Not charged. I plug it in and wait.........come on.....this is serious.....
Corrie was no help. Let's play dumb.
So I book it to Gina's.
They bring this mongo red carrying case from the back room. Still in the back of my mind thinking it's a yard of fabric, I did the Miss America thing. Put my hands over my mouth and started to cry. Oh my gosh. My own Bernina. I'm not worthy. Then she pulls off the cover, and it's THE BERNINA! THE ONE! I got weak in the knees, with all the reasons why I didn't deserve this.
Gratitude can be overwhelming.
When I got her home and settled in (Dani asked, "Is this your new best friend mom?"), I called Corrie. She gave the phone to my dad, who is visiting. I cried. And he was quiet. I didn't even have the words, or understanding. He did. He said he loved me, and he was proud of me. They want me to enjoy my hobby.
I love you. More.
So not only does she sew like a dream, and she can thread herself, and she knows the alphabet.... I'm sewin' up a big heap of gratitude every time I turn her on.
Greatest ever. Thankful isn't even sufficient.
