We brainstormed last night while on QuiltCam just what to name my new little machine!
She’s a 1957 girl! And that proved interesting. When I looked up the popular names for that era, all I came up with was “normal” stuff like Debbie, Cathy, Jo Anne, Cindy – These are names from my own childhood era because I was born not much later in 1962!
We looked up movie star names popular in that era….we looked up music and singers popular to that year.
We had it narrowed down between Polly, Tammy, Jo Anne, and Doris!
Doris Day sang “Que Sera, Sera” in 1957
This morning when I woke up the name Doris had really stuck with me! It’s perfect for her! Doris it is!
I'm still pretty knocked out on those muscle relaxers by the way – HOLY COW!! It was after 9am when I woke up and I still feel like I’m stuffed head to toe full of cotton wadding!
She didn’t come with a full load of accessories..but I do have her manual and a tube of lubricant that is so old I dare not open it!
I love the photos in her manual!
She has a KEY!
when I was showing her off last night on QuiltCam --- how fun! We had 357 people at one point! ((My son Jason pinged me on the cell phone and said “357?!? PEOPLE!?”)) I mentioned WHY I bought her. Since my Magenta baby died in that awful baggage mishandling fiasco, I have been on the look out for one that was worn out and ugly enough to repaint. The price limit in my head was “no more than $200”. I found this one in a booth in the antique mall with a sign that said 20% off EVERYTHING. That put the price on Doris under $200.
The only problem is –she is too perfect! She is in gorgeous condition as it is, and I’m not going to repaint a machine in this good of shape!
And maybe I’ve found myself OVER wanting a souped up machine. Maybe what’s important is what’s on the inside – just like our mothers always told us. Or maybe ---I just need to wait until I cross paths with an already painted machine at a show and let it call to me that it needs to come home.
Whatever it is, I’m in no hurry to HAVE a painted one anymore.
This morning I woke up with THESE lyrics in my head from Bad, Bad Leroy Brown:
"Well, Friday 'bout a week ago,Leroy shootin' dice. And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Doris. And, oh that girl looked nice"
Doris and I are bonding just fine!