The end already?

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.