Guess who got out her new sewing machine? That's right, this girl. All it took was five months of staring at the box and my mom making a series of increasingly serious-sounding threats about taking the machine back. Yes, the boxed machine was that intimidating.
I took the machine along to my parents' house today, removed the beautiful Audrey from her box, threaded the needle and took a pass at trying out the various stitches, stopping/starting and even doing back stitches. I concluded the self-guided tour by sewing what Mary Clare referred to as a mouse pillow. I know it is silly, but I was quite proud of that little square of green. I don't know what will come next (actually attended the included lessons at Jackman's, perhaps?), but I am glad I finally took the leap.
Baby Lock steps, people. Baby Lock steps.