Ecstatic

A couple practice quilts under my belt & the long arm and I have become better friends.  I realized what HE didn’t like, and just like in marriage, avoided those things. Yes, I decided the machine was a HE, not a SHE.  You love HIM even though HE drives you crazy.  I’ve not named HIM yet, but have this image of the bad boy biker dude in my head: leather jacket, mean tempered, with a sweet side