The Goldfish's Logbook

Ha ha, wooo!
I hadn't even planned on buying a machine; according to the Singer website, that model was only available online. So I went to a sewing store just to look at the closest model. Lo and behold, my top two picks were right there on the shelf. I didn't even make eye-contact with the old sewing biddy who greeted me as I came in the store. I only had eyes for the machines. "I need to look at those commercial grade Singers," I said, pointing. The old lady said, "I'll demo it for you." I almost pushed her out of the way: "I'M gonna demo it!" I let her "demo" it for 15 minutes or so, though it only took me 1 minute to make my decision. It was good that I sat through the tutorial, I learned a couple things.
Yup, I took that puppy straight home and it started kicking ass straight out of the box. The only thing that kept it from being a flawless victory was the walking foot. Yes, I need it because I'm working with vinyl, but it prevents me from using the thread cutter. Other than that, it was the express lane to awesomeness.
Liz came home from work to find me in an ecstatic state and she correctly guessed that 1) I had already named my new machine and that 2) I think it's a sexy bitch. (She knows me too well.) Because of her sarcastic tone, I almost didn't tell her what I had named my new machine. (It's "Iron Horse," okay? He's that bad ass!) I'm sorry I name my truck, my computer, my camera, my sewing machine, and other belongings that I really like. I'm sorry I care so much.
So now it's full speed ahead on the costume! Tonight I hammered out the boot covers. In the next few days I think I'll slap together the vest and then slam some eyelets into it. Bam, bam, bam! Let's go!

P.S. I think this song is quite appropriate.