How are your holidays going? We spent Thanksgiving in Florida and are trying to catch the Christmas fever, but when you are moving, moving sort of takes over your life. One day, I will get settled into my new digs so I can actually talk about something which has nothing to do with moving; but, today is not that day.
We spent the weekend moving the rest of our stuff over to our new place. The old place is almost completely empty (which is good, because it goes to the new owner on the 15th). The last haul is the basement, which we have been avoiding because it used to be the place in our home where things went to die (it was my crafting space at one point, too; maybe you rember? Maybe not.).
My main basement goal was to find a new home for Brunhilde. I don't think you've met Brunhilde, I was going to do a post at some point about the sewing machines of my life, but never got around to it. So for now, you can just meet Bruni, and then say farewell.
My mom gave me this sewing machine almost 7 years ago when we moved into the old place. I was excited until I tried using it. You know how sometimes things can be "too much"? As in, "this is too much car for me," or "she's too much woman for him to handle," or, well, whatever. Well this machine was too much sewing machine for me. It's an industrial Pfaff, it sews eleventy bajillion stitches a minute and it scares me.
Everytime I have tried to use it, I have almost sewn through fingers, and since I need my fingers, not a good thing. K asked me to find a new home for it since I don't actually use it, which is fair. I initially planned on selling it and put the proceeds towards a machine I could use; but, I got complacent and now it needs a new home, yesterday. Fortunately, some friends who helped us move claimed it, and now all is right with the crafting universe. And now I can concentrate on more packing, more moving, and more settling in.