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Look at that sad EMPTY table. (I know another TV tray... I definitely have the TV tray syndrome of using them all over my house as cheap tables. Want to see what I did with the one by my bed?)
Know what used to sit there?
My ever so faithful sewing machine.
Where is it?
At the sewing machine spa resort getting a back massage (or presser foot massage). I figure I use it for hours every day that it deserves a small break and retreat - a chance to hang out with other sewing machines for a little R&R.
Seriously, though, I was afraid it was going to break or go on strike if I didn't take it to get cleaned and serviced. It works so hard for me! But, it was SO HARD to drop off! I felt like a mother leaving her child at daycare. And when I got home and saw the empty spot where my sewing machine sits, my heart got a little sad.
This is pathetic. I'm becoming too attached.
By the way, I think it's time I name my sewing machine. Any ideas?