I have my next topic prepared, after Star Quilts - or the transition from quilter to fiber artist, that is for another day.
Today I will entertain you with the sewing dog Lulu. A couple of summers ago I bought myself a brand new 9mm Bernina, with payments. I left it sitting in the box for months, thinking since I got such a great deal on it, I could bring it home but not use it until it was really paid for. I lasted a whole 4 or 5 months. I really like sewing on this machine for artsy pieces. Lulu came to take over my life shortly after I begin to use the machine. Lulu does not like to be home alone at all for any reason, but I had to leave her. I came home to my lovely new sewing machine in a heap in the floor. Yikes! The poor dog cowered in the kitchen while I picked up the machine, thread, needles, pins and everything else. I could tell she was terrified, I did not say a word, nope not one. This was the night she started sleeping with me, she is lucky I did not know how broke it was until the next day, of course by then I was aware the machine falling, maybe even on her must have scared her half to death. I did think she needed appropriate consequences for her 'bad' behavior. She got sewing lessons. You can tell she loved each minute of them?
|Lulu is really not interested in this process.|
|I wonder if Lulu is asking herself, isn't this all the crap I was attacked by the other day?|
|"Please do not make me look at it! "|
|" Well, do I really have to do this?"|
|"Why me? Oh WHY"|
|" Well maybe this whole sewing thing is going to work out just fine after all"|
She is really interested now.
|"That machine is scary" "Priscilla has my back!"|
|" Hey Priscilla that is a fine looking wool coat, even if it is a bit big for a little dog like me"|