My Nemesis, My Friend

Meet the sewing machine.  My mother bought this the same year I was born so we have been through a lot together.  All my clothes, for about the first 13 years of my life where made on this.  My wedding dress was made on this.  Countless drapes for all the houses we hopped around to, pillows, slipcovers as well as many quilts were created here.  My mother was an amazing seamstress and apparently, it skips a generation.  Therefore, the machine and I did not get on so well when it was first given to me til we finally figured out each others quirks.  We have since made peace and I plan to keep it til it konks out completely.

I love you, I hate you, I love you!