"I just saw the cutest little sewing machine at Joann's. It's was only about $40, and it's made by Singer. I think we should get it for the Big Ballerina for Christmas," I told BSD about two months ago.
"Why? She just uses yours," he replied.
"I know. And, I'm excited that she likes to sew, but she winds up jamming it, and I don't want her to ruin mine. This one is cute. I'm going to check out the reviews."
A quick Google search told me what I know already. If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is. The reviews all reported, "It's nothing more than a toy. The thread jams and it will frustrate a beginning sewer."
Since the backup plan is to have the Big Ballerina impress Michael Kors on Project Runway if she doesn't get a ticket to Vegas on So You Think You Can Dance, I decided to listen to BSD and gave up the cheap-sewing-machine-for-Christmas idea.
Fast forward to 10PM ON THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE.
"So, BSD, what did you get today on your big shopping excursion?" I inquired.
"Just some stuff for the family. And, something for the Big Ballerina that you'll probably be mad at me about."
"Why? What did you get her?" I racked my brain trying to figure out what novel idea he could have come up with that we hadn't already thought of.
"I got her a sewing machine," he replied, his voice filled with paternal pride.
"WHAT? After that big discussion we had about two months ago? The one in which you told me to just let her use mine?"
"What are you talking about? We never talked about getting her a sewing machine."
"Yes, we did!" I exploded, smoke pouring out my ears. "OMG, don't you remember me telling you about the cute sewing machine I saw at Joann's? That it was cheap, but made by Singer, so it might be decent. Then, I told you the reviews all sucked so I decided to listen to you and not get it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Don't worry. It wasn't expensive," he tried.
"Oh God, where did you get it?"
"Joann's. It was only about $40."
"Nooooo!" I moaned, as he pulled it out of the bag. "You bought the same machine we decided was a piece of crap two months ago!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but if you want to get her a different one, you better go out and get it for her or I'm giving her this one," he declared.
And with that, he walked out the door to go to work, cradling his Father-of-the-Year winning gift tenderly in his arms. Leaving me with the pleasure of wondering where the hell I'm going to find an inexpensive, DECENT sewing machine on Christmas Eve!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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Dads+Christmas=never a dull moment!
Watching my husband pick out presents for the girls is, well...I was going to say hilarious, but in reality it's nerve wracking!
Happy Christmas!
Shelley
OH my. Now I'm worried that sewing machine is the same one my mom bought my daughter. Thankfully, she's never sewed before and isn't used to my mom's fancy, pricy machine yet!
What did you end up getting her?! Did you find a decent one or just give her the one BSD bought?
Shelley- I wrote racked as wracked and neither seemed right. I finally Googled the correct spelling and it says both are right. It's funny that you wrote it in your comment and spelled it the way I originally thought it should be.
Amy- I just let it go. She got the one he got her under the tree and the foot pedal does not work AT ALL so it's going back. She did try to use it b/c there's a switch you can use instead of the pedal, but it sews way faster than my machine (mine goes from super slow to super fast and she uses mine on the slowest setting) so she doesn't like it anyway.
Glad to hear my husband isn't the only one with short-term memory loss that is specific to VIP spousal-conversations involving fragile offspring feelings!
Hope you can find a better machine at a decent price. Maybe a sewing machine repair place would have a used one for sale?
Fawn- I've been stalking Overstock for a nice refurbished machine. I think I've talked BB into taking mine and eventually I'll get a nicer refurbished one.
And, when I was talking to BSD about this event, I said, "Were you just pretending you didn't remember the conversation?" He just laughed hysterically and said, "I'm not that smart!" I died.
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