From your sewing-machine-clueless husband, "Leah, I think somethings wrong with your machine."
*insert cuss word of your choice*
Oh boy. I don't know which puts more fear in me, hearing that your car's check engine light is on or hearing that your sewing machine of your dreams is making a funny rattling sound. Heh, probably the car, cuz it's more expensive.
And yes, I did everything I know of - cleaned the lint (maybe I should try vacuuming), oiling it with sewing machine oil, changing the needle, wiping everything spotless. And hubby said that it sounds better... but still "off". So I asked him if I should take it in. He said yes, without hesitations. Yikes, that's a bad sign!
But me without my sewing machine? That's like... not breathing! Lucky me, I'm going to Tucson on Tuesday and I'll drop off my machine at the Bernina Sewing Center. Ugh. My baby! How long will I have to be without my machine?
I hate August. Seems like the most expensive month every single year we've been married. Car troubles, now my sewing machine.
Oh, by the way, we also bought a laptop too. :P