Ooops! It would seem that I bought myself a sewing machine. The problem is I can’t bring myself to take it out of the box. I feel like I’m betraying my existing machine. The first and only machine that I’ve ever had. The machine that I have had for over fifteen years. The machine that I have carted with me around Australia. The machine that I have neglected and, as my partner pointed out, barely used, well until recently.
I have a sickening feeling in my gut that I am behaving like a stereotypical middle-aged man who trades in his wife for a younger model?