Monday: Brianna and I went to the dentist and she had to get 6 babyteeth pulled. Ouch! She was very brave about it, but is scared she'll look like this forever. I assured her that her other teeth will finally be able to come out better now. She's such a worrier, at the ripe old age of 9. The tooth fairy brought her a very rare treat: a Polly Pocket doll. (They are almost impossible to find here.)
Tuesday: Our ladies bible study group got together. I'm always touched and honored to be a part of this group of wonderful ladies! We're almost done Colossians, and next year in February we will start a study by Beth Moore.
Wednesday: My neighbor's daughter, who just finished beauty school, came and gave me a mani/pedi in the comfort of my own home. And I sewed some orange curtains for a friend. I can't wait to see them in her bedroom! She's so talented with decorating her home.
Thursday: My friend (the one with the orange curtains) and I went to the neighbor town of Loma Plata, about 30 km from here. We went spent all morning checking out different stores and eating delish ice cream:)
In the afternoon, while I was in town, I got a call on my cell from the lady at the sewing machine shop in Asuncion. She said they had recieved the part from the U.S. (the part we had ordered from Canada didn't fit, they said) and the machine would be ready today! HipHipHorray!!!! After three loooong months of waiting, finally my Brother (sewing machine) will be coming home again. I'm attaching a little note here, that I would like to direct to my Mom's sewing machine. I hope you hear the humor and the gratefulness in it.
Dear Miss Elna, ( I call her "Miss" because she is a dignified old lady)
I'm sorry that we cannot be more than friends. You have helped me out in a time of sewing-machine crisis. But I need someone who can give me more than just straight seams through cotton muslin. I need someone who will sew crazy corners into slinky jerseys, who will zigzag the most delicate chiffon, who will race down the side of second-hand jeans in a flash.
Miss Elna, you could not give me these things, but you have given me more. In a time where I seriously started to doubt if I could even sew anymore, you showed me that sewing is like riding a bike, just with a knee press.
Thank you, Miss Elna and thank you Mom, for lending her to me. I love you, Mom.
with the deepest respect, Brenda