Pleased as punch to say that my cheap Brother sewing machine was dead (the Hamlet costumes took their toll despite her stellar performance on the tough fabrics) and I fixed it!

The motor was seizing.  Of COURSE it was two weeks out of warranty. It was so inexpensive to begin with and not worth the cost of taking it somewhere, I decided to take it apart and see what was up.  A little jiggling, a little oil (new fangled machines you’re supposed to take to a dealer to oil – are you kidding.  I’ve been oiling my Kenmore for 38 years) and she’s as good as new sorta. At least it doesn’t appear I screwed up the computer innards. 

I love fixing things.  I’ve fixed washing machines more than once, microwave oven touch pad replacement, dishwashers, ice makers, don’t even know what else.  No better feeling than finding a part online for $20 and finding the You Tube video that explains what to do and then having the light go on, the switch work, the ice clunking into the glass, the dishwasher stop making that godawful noise.

This, though, fixing my sewing machine is a true moment of joy.