I was sewing happily away last night, making M & m s when my machine suddenly jammed. It took me a while to free the bobbin from a snarl of thread, and then I saw with horror two pieces of the bobbin case laying broken. Nooooooooo! It's my Elna Lotus, and it will have to go in to be fixed now; who ever heard of having two machines in the shop at once? Luckily I have my Bernina and an old Singer as backups for the backup machine, but I'm still not amused. I've never broken a machine before, I feel terrible.

And I was having such fun too, before the little incident. I really like using scrap strips for the letters, very random and interesting. Woo Hoo, look at me being all spontaneous and unpredictable......I saw the broken machine as an indication that I should actually be getting ready for my trip away, so I dutifully went and did some chores and packed my case. I have a dream of getting on a plane one day with just a little case of clothes; no books and pattern packs and rolled pantographs and catalogues and quilts. I'm tired of being a pack horse. I want to swan around like I'm on holiday for a change; not going to happen this trip.What mess?

I gave in and tidied up the strips, couldn't leave it like that while I was away. Remind me to clean the floor too......