Josh: You’ll never guess what I got you for your birthday! (big grin)
Me: You’re right. I give up. Can I just have it? (I’m quite curious by now)
Josh goes to the basement where he’s hidden it for months and returns with an old, heavy, cream box.
Josh: It’s a sewing machine! I got it at the auction! (big grin)
I look at it. The case looks ugly. In fact, it looks like it’s been sitting in someone’s basement and there is some grime and a few hairs on it.
Me: Uh, thanks. (small smile)
Josh: Well, open it up! It’s a Kenmore, which I heard was good. I hope it works!
Me: You mean you don’t even know if it works? And couldn’t you have, um, cleaned it? (nose wrinkle)
I open the case. The sewing machine is dirty too. The dials look ancient. It’s definitely an old machine. 70’s? Not what I had in mind when I said that I needed a new machine. I sigh.
Josh: You don’t like it. I can tell. (big grin has disappeared)
Me: I do like it, I think. I’ll just have to try it out.
I’m not good at hiding my feelings, nor faking enthusiasm when I don’t feel it. To be honest, I was a little bummed about the machine. I wanted something new, glitzy, and glamorous. And I got an old machine that maybe didn’t even work.
It runs like a dream! It has basic dials that are easy to figure out, the stitching comes out evenly, and it quietly purrs along with no snags! I LOVE it!
Me: Thanks Josh, from the bottom of my heart, for being willing to get me what I wouldn’t have picked myself.
And although I’m not a huge sewer and have basically used it for mending, a 2018 goal of mine is to sew myself a skirt. I can’t wait!