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I slipped out of the store as I had to deliver a mighty Bernina 790E to a lady just a few miles down the road. After 20 miutes or so I arrived at the lady’s place of work – it was one of those mirrored glass and steel office blocks with a grumpy man operating the electric doors. I’m sure you know the kind of place I’m talking about.
I pushed a door but to no avail, it was locked. So, carrying the bulky box containing the embroidery unit I walked over to a revolving door. It sailed away as soon as it detected me so the box and I took our chances and jumped in hoping for the best. It was quite a squeeze and the doors didn’t slow down as they shoved us along and then threw us both out inside the building.
The grumpy man said, I saw you struggling with that box. After that he was a bit stumped for further conversation so I mentioned the lady’s name and he pressed a button. I imagined that somewhere in the building a light flashed on someones desk and they knew that this was the sign to leave their work and report to reception.
A delightful lady appeared with a lovely smile, she shook my hand and she showed me outside to her car. The grumpy man managed to open the door and he tried to smile but he didn’t quite mange it so he went back to looking grumpy and it kind of suited him.
I heaved the 790 and the embroidery unit in the nice lady’s car and she began to talk.
She told me that this was her sixth sewing machine, and maybe her last as she was retiring from work this Christmas. She told me about when she was a girl and her mother had bought her a sewing machine and how her mother had taught her how to sew.
Through the years the lady had visited our store and bought other machines and she remembered my father and she’d bought a Bernina and loved it but now she’d given it to her own daughter.
Then she told me that her mother had died and how she’d left her some money and she’d used some of that money to buy the mighty Bernina 790E. I told her to call in to our store for all the tuition and help she needed and she thanked me and said that she would. And then she held out her hand for me to shake it which I did, although what I really wanted to do was to put my arms around her and hold on to her for a while and give her kiss on her cheek, maybe both, and tell her how much I loved her.
And that is me – I love all you Bernina girls.
