okay okay OKAY. i'm so excited i whisper scream to myself every thirty seconds or so, and i'm not even drunk. (a constant state of holiday tipsy does not equal drunk. them's the rules.) SANTA BEEN BERY BERY GOOD TO ME. and on top of that, santa had the great wisdom to let me in on the decision. i unwrapped a vintage ornament this christmas to find it nestled in a wad of cash...and i am under strict orders to use that cash for a new bernina.
for once, i am following orders. mark this date well.
the rugster explained the family's intentions. babe, we wanted to have one under the tree, but i thought you'd want to pick the model. you'll probably want mechanical over digital. you can get one like gertie's, she did a two year review of hers--
at which point my brain exploded a bit: i'm sorry ruggy, HAVE YOU ACTUALLY BEEN DOING COVERT RESEARCH ON MY BLOGGER GIRLS? ARE YOU CALLING THEM OUT BY NAME?! WHAT. BATHROOM?!
okay. i'm telling you, pint sized freak outs every thirty seconds. i would go balls out every time, but i feel i should keep them under a certain girth, i don't wanna blow my bernina wad just yet. after all, there's still the homecoming, which may set off the richter scale. here's where i need your help. of course i've been trolling my girls lladybird, heather lou & gertie, all proud owners of variations of the sexy bernina beasties... anyone out there wanna add some advice? mechanical? digital? feet? vodkas? i'm all ears!