Recently I participated in a photography swap. The host of the swap listed 30 things and we were to take pictures of at least 15 of them to send to our partners. Some of the listed items were pretty straight forward, like "something red" or "something shiney". Others left room for the participants to read into the listed item.
One of the things on the list was "the end of the line". I recently purchased a new sewing machine which I have wanted for at least 8 years. It was the one I wanted to get when I bought my last machine, but I settled for what I got because of cost considerations. Well, here it is, 8 years later, and although the machine I had was perfectly functional, it still wasn't the machine I wanted. I spotted a really good deal on the one I wanted and talked it over with my husband and we went and picked it up.
I cannot see myself ever being at a place where I want a different sewing machine than this one. I am astonished at some of the things that it can do. So, I sent my partner a photograph of my new Bernina as my interpretation of "the end of the line". Undoubtedly, it is not a photo that she will find artistic. But it is what it is.
