Gloom, despair and agony. The Bernina 1090 is in the shop getting a cleanup, and the Bernina dude called my house today to leave a message.
That is never good.
It was too soon for it to be ready to be picked up, so I knew there were problems. I played back the message and heard that problem one was a switch that would cost about $29 to replace. No problem! The second - the motherboard was a little toasted, unable to regulate stitch length....ever again. I was a little relieved, because I thought it was me monkeying around with my machine and unable to reset it properly. Then the relief passed, and the realization that it is a failing motherboard set in. He wants to take it out - send it to BERNINA - and have it rebuilt.
CRAP. CRAPCRAPCRAP.
If it took me 5 weeks to get a freakin' needle clamp screw, how long is it going to take to get a motherboard rebuilt? It's going to run me about $200 (ouch) and I haven't found out if he'll warranty the work. I am honked. I have a quilt to finish that is about ONE YEAR overdue. I've got 2 projects spread out on the guest bed and I want them DONE AND MOVED.
The Bernina was my mother's machine, and I have such a sentimental attachment to it - I'd never let it go. I even hauled the little dealie my dad built for it all the way from Nebraska to Massachusetts. It has their karma all over it - it has Mom's love of quilting embedded inside the machine, and my dad's love of my mother infused in the custom-built sewing desk/table.
I just want it to WORK. Nothing fancy, just SEW. HERE. NOW.
I am going outside to cut some herbaceous peonies and then come in and open a bottle of wine.
CRAP.
Oh, I'm feeling your pain. This is when I'm glad that I've got a cheapy-cheapy WalMart Singer available to me when my Greta (Pfaff machine) needs a make-over.
ReplyDeleteBut, wine does seem to dull the pain. A little. Hang in there.