Originally Posted by
Cecilia S.
I must must must fight my disease (MachinusMustusRescuitus). I fear I am going to die a lonely death in an airless room surrounded by old mechanical stitchers. Should this ever happen, I hope you will all come to my funeral. ;-) Decorate my grave with oddball bobbins and inscriptions from old manuals. ;-)
so, will your "old mechanical stitchers" be at this funeral.... (wicked grin)
I don't think of it as an illness, but rather as a gift. "we can see machines" they talk to us....
but my daughter seem proud, she is telling her friends and her friends mom's about my "gift" in case they have any sick machines...