So Santa was pretty nice to me this Christmas 🙂 The lovely Man in Red left this little beauty in my sewing room:
Isn’t she just gorge?
I had told Albert a couple of months before Christmas that I wanted to upgrade my sewing machine. Sally has performed admirably, but I really have outgrown her, and she’s just not able to keep up with the rather demanding requirements I’ve placed on her.
She’s getting pretty tempermental and her quirks have gone from charming to annoying. Most of my new clothes these days are handmade, and it gets really old having jersey fabric sucked down into the feed dogs every time I start a seam, or having the pedal fail to respond immediately 1 in 5 times that I push on it. And in the last 6 months or so, she practically yelled at me every time I made her work, rather than the not-so-quiet humming when we first met.
I also told Albert that when I upgraded, I wanted to upgrade to the Cadillac of sewing machines, something that would last me until retirement and beyond — a Bernina. But I am fully aware of the rather hefty price tag attached to Berninas and certainly didn’t plan on accomplishing said upgrade this Christmas. Sally and I would have to come to terms with each other for a while longer.
Then, as we were getting ready for our “long winter’s rest” on Christmas Eve, he surprised me with my very own, brand new Bernina B380! I have a good husband.
And let me tell you, she is a beaut. She sews like a dream — smooth and quiet as a mouse. Her topstitching is top-notch, and she never pulls fabric down into the feed dogs. Even if I’m working with slippery jersey (which I do frequently), she starts that seam like it’s nobody’s business!
I’ve only been using her for a week or two, so I will do a full machine review in a couple of months after I’ve really had a chance to learn more of her features (I’m scheduled for my free get-to-know-your-new-Bernina classes at the local Bernina store in mid-February).
Still, such a distinguished machine really deserves a name, don’t you think? The possibilities I threw out on Instagram were Bonnie, Bernice and Betsy (since my good friend Julie has already claimed Betty for her Bernina).
The general consensus was that this lovely lady should be dubbed Bernice. At first, I was a little skeptical (I was leaning towards Bonnie) but I changed my tune when I looked up the meaning of the name Bernice. Apparently it is of French origin meaning “Brings Victory.” And seriously, with a machine like this, how could I not be victorious?
So Bernice it is — welcome to the family!