Sewing Machine

For my birthday, Ryan bought me a sewing machine.

Now before you get all, "Woman, go sew me something and cook my food" on me, I want to mention that this was MY idea - I ASKED for a sewing machine. (It was on my garage sale list, remember?) And Ryan - happy to oblige - did TONS of research online before we hit a quilting shop to look at their machines with his parents, who actually know something about the subject firsthand. (Us? Not so much.)

[Brit, this place would have left you drooling for months. You seriously need to check it out next time you come east to visit family. It's an easy drive from AC.]

We ended up bringing home a Bernina. I have more details about the machine downstairs, but am too lazy to go down and get them right now. It's a beautiful machine with lots of fancy features that are a little overwhelming for the virtually novice sewer that I am.

But I have lots of ideas for things I want to make and for things that need to be fixed. I went online last night and found a homemade pattern for Boppy slipcovers and other baby goodies that I'm itching to try.

So what has inspired the newfound domestic diva in me? Am I nesting? Will this phase last long? We shall see...