When I was 11, and you bought me my first sewing machine, I want to thank you for not buying the lowest, cheapest model. Thank you for buying a good machine, because even though she wasn't working so well for the last few years, and then when I pulled her out on Monday she wasn't working at all, I was able to bring her to the local quilting shop and spend a hundred dollars to get her back up to snuff. After using the New Electric for the last few years, which is like riding a green horse, always slightly out of control and ready to spook, when I brought the New Home back after an overnight at the shop, it was like riding some old mare, calm and steady. One that walks in a straight line, footsteps always the same. Amazing. Thanks.
Love,
Ruth
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Dear Ruth,
So the song " the old gray mare she ain't what she used to be " is not applicable to the New Home after a trip to the quilt shop? That is really good to know.
When you ride the race horse and then come back to the gentle old mare, it does give you a good perspective as to why both are necessary. Race horses don't make the best wagon pullers. All the produce bounces out of the wagon, along with children and the dog, and the driver gets blisters from rein pulling, and hoarse from yelling " whoa there you obnoxious hotfooted addlebrained twit".
( I've been reading too many western autobiographies from the 1800's).
I'm glad you like your old New Home. It has a pleasant oxymoronic ring to it.
Sew on!
Love, mom
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