Lustful feelings about a machine...

My MGR is back from her vacation. I was going to prove my might by demonstrating a machine today, but I chickened out because there was someone there who OWNED the machine in question. I will prove my mettle soon, though.

Now, if they had asked to see the Elegante... that's another matter.

I won't bore you. Here's the basics: The Elegante is a top-of-the-line computerized embroidery machine, which also kicks royal ass as a regular sewing machine.

It costs twice as much as my first three cars, put together (but half of the truck that bankrupted me.)

I went to the company training on this machine and learned all of its little secrets. I fucking love this machine. It does stuff that I have always wanted a sewing machine to do but never dreamed that it would. It's a science fiction sewing machine. If Heinlein wrote a story about sewing in "the future" he'd have fallen short of this machine. It could control the lunar colony, and still do creative monograms...

Dear Santa,
Please send me this machine! I must have a Baby Lock Elegante. I can think of all manner of wild and crazy magnificence I can perpatrate upon the costume community with that bad boy! I've been really good and I haven't killed anyone at all this year.

Love,
KUKLA

Dear Kukla,
I can't bring you that machine for Christmas, since the box is too big to send down the chimney. Seriously, girl. That thing weighs a royal ton... the reindeer won't stand for it. Not for a grown-up girl like you.

But you *have* been very good, and shared my myth and magic with those around you all year.

So I have told your manager to let you borrow one for a whole month.
Go nuts.

Love,
Santa


Everyone, go out and believe in Santa.
And that's a rant for another day.
Someone, please provoke me into telling my Santa stories!