i'm on the hunt for another sewing machine. not a new one. i cherish the featherweight my mother-in-law gave me. i tested the waters of sewing on that little beauty. it's hardy and darling. i love it. so i am not replacing the old girl, just finding her a friend.
i'm currently perusing craigslist. and then i google every make and model i find. and finally i beg ryan to call and insult these poor people who dare to write 'OBO'. obo in my book stands for: or best offensive offer.
so... the hunt is on. i'll let you know where this adventure takes me.
crossing my fingers and toes it ends up as good as that craigslist desk.