The cover stitch machine arrived.
I wasn’t paying any attention to who was delivering the box. I had clicked on the tracking number that came in the email and I assumed it was UPS. I’m glad they didn’t come by today because I would have gone racing out to the truck, all excited to get my machine, and it would probably have been a bargain book on how to change your life in 5 minutes . . that Vince had ordered. Then I would have insisted they check their truck for my machine. Then I would have gone in and got the tablet and came in and proved to them that it was on their truck and “out for delivery” and then they would have said . . Fed Ex, lady!
About 7 p.m., I told Vince . . I’m going to check the tracking but I’m afraid to look because it probably says “delivered” which means someone else has it. I check and yep . . “delivered” but it was at that point I noticed it was Fed Ex and there seems to be three different Fed Ex groups that deliver here and one of them, out of Abilene, will not come through the gate.
We ran down there and sure enough . . there sat my much anticipated box.
Boots was so thankful for a new toy in the sewing room. Wait . . that is not for you, Boots. He was so sure it was for him. He decided to gnaw on the spool holders til I chased him away . . a dozen times.
When the thread moved . . oh, yes . . definitely a cat toy! I had to put the machine in the closet and close the door when I was done playing with it.
Learning to use a cover stitch machine can be exhausting! Or, maybe it’s getting sprayed with the water bottle for biting . . whatever the reason, I’m always grateful when he wears himself out a bit.