I’m real big on everything and everyone smelling good. My favorite perfume is Cabotine. Ever smelled that? Yum! I’ve been wearing it for years and I still love it. There was a time when I wore different perfumes every day. This was probably 20 years ago and some of these scents gross me out now but, back then, I loved Cinnabar, Royal Secret, White Linen, Halston, Giorgio, 273 — and that’s just a few of the ones I wore. But one day in the early-90’s, my Dillard’s bill arrived and in it was a sample of Cabotine. WOW! I loved it and began wearing it and it’s almost the only perfume I own now.
When Vince and I met online, my screen name was Cabotine. That’s because I’m so uncreative, I looked around the room and the first interesting thing I saw was a bottle of Cabotine . . thus my screen name. He noticed the name, thought I might be Italian and struck up a conversation with me. How wrong he was but look where it got us! 🙂 We should both love that perfume!
That’s really not where this blog post was going. Except I like things to smell good!
The other day I was sewing and I kept smelling something that really didn’t smell nice at all. I had fixed tuna salad for lunch so I thought it was me. I went and took another shower and never got back to sewing that day. Last night I was sewing and oh, the smell was awful. We don’t eat downstairs so I didn’t think it was food. It smelled like a nasty bathroom. I went and checked Chad’s bathroom. Nope, it was fairly decent. Came back and tried to sew more. Speck walked back to where I was sewing and I could tell he smelled it. He began sniffing around things on the floor. I decided we must have a mouse and he must’ve peed on the floor somewhere. I was down on my hands and knees sniffing every nook and cranny I could find and nothing. I didn’t smell anything weird down there.
Started sewing again and figured it out. This is what stinks!
It’s my trusty Bernina 1230; the machine that I have loved almost more than life for at least 18 years; the machine I have never taken to the shop once; the machine that has made hundreds of quilts through the years. What the heck is that smell though? I’m afraid it’s some kind of plastic part in there that’s melting. The smell is coming from right where I stuck that daisy. I turned the light off to see if it’s the light getting hot and causing the smell but, I can’t tell that it’s made much difference.
I probably should put it away and get out another machine to use but this is my very favorite of all the sewing machines in the whole world (not that I’ve tried every sewing machine in the whole world but I still know this is my favorite!). What I really want is a brand new 1230 — exactly like this one but without the stink! I’ll bet if I could talk to Mr. Bernina, he could search around the warehouse and in some dark corner, find me a brand new 1230 from the early 90’s. But, I’ll bet that’s not going to happen.
When Chad was little (2 or 3), he put stickers on everything. That’s a space ship of some kind that he stuck on there way back then and it’s still there. My 930 has Ursula on it and there’s a cowboy on my serger. I’m really sad about my sewing machine though.