I did a very dumb thing the other day, and unfortunately it cost me my machine. I had a nifty little computerized Brother machine that had a ridiculous amount of beautiful stitches to choose from and I was very attached to it. I do not know what posessed me to do it, but I decided to take my machine and the kids' laundry down the basement stairs at the same time. This was a very, very bad plan. My machine ended up taking the express route down the stairs and smashed on the floor at the bottom. I cried. Then cried some more.
My fiance knew how upset I was and spent an hour on Kijiji (local trading post) trying to find a replacement machine for me. He ended up taking his b-day money and getting me a temporary machine until I can get a new one. (It turned out there is a problem with the feed dogs, but I was so touched by his actions I didn't tell him).
So, until the end of February, my mother was kind enough to lend me her machine. I think the definition of love is in these two's action :)