The years go by indiscriminately. I felt I had not had my sewing machine "cleaned" last year, but maybe it was two summers ago, but no. Three years. Oops. Isn't that supposed to be annual? Took my babee in for cleaning - takes ten days. My sewing room looks so empty without it. But I love my little niche with my blue ribbons, the picture of Berg Eltz, plenty of light, every tool within reach, oh, and this year, a shopping bag one of the quilters couldn't remember where she found it, but saved for me....All About Jane.
So I go to claim the machine and pay an arm and a leg, and casually ask the new clerk I haven't seen before, but about my age, "how often do you clean your sewing machine?" "I've had it cleaned twice in ....twenty years." Shock and awe.
I probably won't wait that long, but I discovered an alternate use for the Outlook Address Book. Under Sewing Machine, for the company name, I put down I had it cleaned in the summer of 2010. No more faulty memory either.
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