I swear, it's not easy being me. I keep saying that and it keeps being true!
I called about the new sewing table I ordered two months ago that would accommodate the Bernina 750. It seems the new 700 and 800 series Berninas are much heavier than the other models, and the lift in these tables will sink because of the weight. Horn has re-engineered their lifts to handle the heavier machines.
So after waiting for two months, I must wait longer. Of course, I had the option of getting a table with the original lift, which I was tempted to do. I decided to talk to folks smarter than me before I made that decision. So I asked someone at work who understands these kinds of things. His advice - wait for the new table.
This weekend, hopefully with the help of a strong back, I'm going to take the 750 out of my old table and reinstall the 440. Then I'll be able to get back to it after months of sewing drought.
The holiday sewing weekend I had planned with the new smaller 350 Bernina? My body betrayed me. I couldn't even get the box on the dolly to move it into the house. I tried to pry open the box in the garage, and I couldn't even get that small task accomplished.
I hate feeling/being helpless. I have these two new machines that I can't use. I'm going to get the situation resolved this weekend if it's the last thing I do. I feel good enough to want to sit at the machine and sew. I have things to do!
Everything else in my life seems to be chaotic as well. As a person usually in tight control of her surroundings, I find myself constantly at the mercy of others and their schedules.
Is that because I'm getting old? Wait, don't answer that.