My last Lexus of machines (Thanks to my mother-minus-the-in-law, Annette and the signed afit-davit, as well as the lien on my car in order to touch the prize of machines) again reinforced the my love for all things Nordic, Swiss, Swedish... you get the picture. My sisters (aka "the Bernina Belches" - all own Bernina's - every last blasted one of them) Maybe it was calling out to my inner roots - My 5th great grandma (my namesake) is from somewhere cold, blonder, and clean in the nether regions of Europe. My wee baby sis (the only other one without a machine), bought a Singer while I was there only to return it and succumbed to her fate. She Stepford wife-ishly bought a Bernette almost without thought, by the way, "Bernette" as she is lovingly called is none other than Bernina's cheap slutty little sis.
So I did what any other red blooded American apronista in search of a long lasting blond lover would do, I ditched the Singer. I had enough of the promises of hot dogs, acid wash jeans, bleach blond, drug deals in the back alley street charm, and went for the sleek hard bodied, chocolate loving Swiss Miss, Bernette. It wasn't an easy choice. I debated back and forth, read a bizillion online reviews, watched the HSN, and looked at as many actual machines that I could get my hands on... But I did it - I left the streets and my little green fighting machine (Rocky Balboa) for something Swiss with the slight smell of chocolate. Her name is Bernette and she is made by Bernina. Her older socialite sisters are out of my league (those machines BEGIN at 650$ - my sisters machines are all over $800 - yeah. no shocker there, so I'm not the favorite... not even in the top 4). Anyway, I renegotiated with the retired and easily persuaded Daddy Warbucks and settled for a little lamb closer to my price range ($400) and it just so happened that there was an older Bernette Serger (Bernette's very sturdy and strong, not so pretty, but very functional cousin) also for sale for $149.00. So with the generous help of my coincidentally (?) blond husband and retired Dad. I got both. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it "Bernina Belches" - none of them have a Serger. Nannie-Nannie-the-Boo-Boo (as James would say) and YAHHHHHOOOOO!!! I am so happy. I might change my citizenship and become neutral and indifferent to everything.