RIP Singer Sewer 1993-2008

Here is a pic of my recent snow expedition, just for some of you readers who find it odd that it actually snows in Australia. The landscape is pretty wild compared to other ski fields. We have mainly rocks and eucalyptus trees. This pic was taken at Charlotte's Pass a ski field only accessible via oversnow truck. In this pic in the distance is our highest mountain, Mt Koscuiszko 2229metres.

So the sewer died and it is indeed a sad, sad day. I loved my Singer sewer. It was a full metal sewer with only minor bits of plastic, not like the complete horror plastic numbers on offer nowadays. I can't bear to throw it just yet so it is languishing under my bed until I decide it's fate. Could turn it into a sculpture of some sorts. Must put my crafty mind to recyling possibilities or is this going too far? I was watching some very bad craft show the other day, as you do when crafting, and some nutter even had a tattoo of her sewer on her arm. Now ladies I'm all for lovin' the sewer, but plu-lease this is just tramp stamp craftiness gone wrong. In the meantime I've welcomed a new edition to the family a Janome Sewist, sounds so posh, and is so quiet. The Singer used to rock the table and was a tad, well let's be honest, freight train noisy. Midnight sewing was definitely frowned upon when the Singer was involved.

In other news, my article in the wonderful mixtape is in this month's edition. So crafters if you want the lowdown on lino cut printing go get yourself a copy here.

I'm off - See you in a week!

Here is a pic I took a couple of years ago in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Best snow ever, but as we're not used to powder snow in Australia spent many a time on bum. How cool is this steel snow-covered horse?

The sewer's broke. What's a girl to do? Poor singer sewer (aged 15 years), never had a service, but still went like the clappers till last week when I thought I'd have a look at the inside of the sewer to see why the tension was all whack attack. Do I have qualifications for such mechanics?No, but I'm the type of girl who needs to get down to the nitty gritty. As I was dismantling and trying to remember the order of dismantlement - I heard the snap. The snap as it turns out was a little metal thing that aligned all the tension dials, bummer, yes indeed! So although sewer's broke it's at the best time as I'm off on holiday on Sunday to the snow. So whilst sewer is languishing in the hands of a suitably qualified person I will be languishing in the lovely snowy mountains for a week, yay! I love the snow for many reasons. I love the freedom and exhilaration of flying flat strap down a mountain trying to beat various family members to the bottom. I also love the beautiful scenery and the blissful muted sounds of snow swishing, but most of all I look forward to actually being warm. Strange you may think going to the wintry confines of snow country and being warm, but ,no, our house is an icebox. It is so cold and no matter how we crank the heat of the air conditioner, because of our lack of insulation, which is common in Australia, it's freezing, except for one heated room. In the snow, on the other hand, heating everywhere and appropriate clothing all round.

See you in a week and a bit!