Oh dear, oh dear. This is quite a sad day. A necessary day, but sad all of the same. You see, my little shiny sewing machine has gone back to the supermarket. It has taken me a few days to give it a try, to see if we gel together and in the end I had to stop fooling myself. My sewing machine worked perfectly, but it didn't fit in with my needs. I want to make small, fiddly things and it just wouldn't respond the way I would have expected. It was fantastic for straight lines but struggled with curves, no matter how loose the presser foot or tension was set.
I knew that if I carried on, I would fight with it, lose, get fed up and the sewing machine would end up in a corner or cupboard getting dusty. It would turn into one of fleeting fads and that would not do at all. I really would like to make things on a sewing machine and so, with a heavy heart, I took it back to the shop and got a refund.
A very sad day indeed. I don't quite know where to go from here.