As in every family home, evenings are charged with activity. Dinner is cooked, kids are bathed and dressed in their pajamas and I am of course busy cleaning up after everyone. A nice glass of wine is well deserved after all that work.
That night, a storm rolled through, it was strong and windy. I love listening to the sounds of thunder as I lay in bed. And as I lay there, drifting off to sleep, some of the windows were still open. And my poor sewing machines were sadly sitting in front of one of them.
The next morning, when I entered my sewing room, a fresh pool of water gleamed on the sewing desk. Can you imagine the feelings I had at that moment? How would you feel? My heart dropped through the pit of my stomach. What a stupid thing to do! Why didn't I think of that window? Is it ruined! NO!! MY BABY IS ONLY A YEAR OLD.
I unplugged the machine and immediately ran off to find a screw driver. I have no idea about sewing machines but I knew I had to take it apart to see the damage. Without stopping to take note of what I was doing, each and every screw I could see came out one by one and was dumped in a pile. A few drops of water were falling onto my fingers and I feared the worst.
My husband came in to help take the plastic cover apart. My heart was pumping as we unclipped the front from the back to reveal the dark metal body of my naked machine. I had to leave her alone for a few days to dry.
I am so relieved to tell you, she is all back together and working properly. But I am going to treat her carefully as we try to forget this terrible incident. This post is serving as a form of therapy for me, I needed to get this off my chest. So friends, please tell me your sewing horror story and make me feel a bit better. I feel like a bad mother who just left her baby out in the rain.