Going on Holiday? Bring your machine in for a “Day at the Spa”

A Day at the Spa

She knew she’d done well. The satisfied sigh she heard as the last few stitches were completed told her she’d soon get a rest. Not that she needed it, but she did feel sluggish. That pretty pink calico added the perfect touch but my, oh my, had it left a lot of lint! And before that there were the Christmas pajamas for all the grandchildren, so many of them but of course all seven needed new pajamas for Christmas Eve. Halloween costumes had been on the slate before that, a Dorothy and a Scarecrow, a clown and patches on grandpa’s old overalls for a hobo. The neighbor’s daughter had got married and she had been pressed into service at the last minute for one of the bride’s maid dresses and the flower girl, too. In between all of these was the block of the month and a couple of small quilts for the charity club at the guild. As the power was switched off she wondered what would be next. A table runner or perhaps another quilt; maybe a blue one this time, blue was her favourite colour! She hoped it wouldn’t be one of those rag quilts, she didn’t think she could take one of those. Her feed dogs and hook were already so full of lint and she could tell it was creeping into her gears. It wouldn’t be long before her moving parts groaned like an arthritic old woman and she was really afraid she might let someone down if she wasn’t treated to a good cleaning and some new oil would be great, too.