This morning, my wife hands me a large, heavy box and says 'Merry Christmas!"
I open it to find a new sewing machine! Wait, what? A sewing machine?
I guess she's tired of funding my addiction and expects me to support my own habit .
I'm very excited by the prospect of it and have lots of things I'd like to try, but to be honest, I'm by the whole thought of it.
The only sewing I've ever done is some sloppy needle and thread repairs.
Wish me luck. I hope I don't sew my fingers together...