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By Roberta Durra
I don’t know how it happened, but I’ve become a maniac - a “Monogram Maniac”. Come within 10 yards and I will ask you if you’d like your initials sewn on to your bathrobe, shirt cuffs, backside or your baby’s burp pad. Also know that I will feel slighted if you turn me down.
Lest you think I’m kidding, you should know that I own a state of the art, computerized, Brother Entrepreneur PR 650, 6-needle embroidery machine. This baby is worth more than a 2011 Ferrari 458 Italia. Check the Kelly Blue Book to see the kind of money I’m taking about. Wait! If you’re really going to check the Blue Book, I’d like to revise my previous estimate to, a tad bit more than a used 1999 Volkswagen Beetle – in fair condition, which I also own. But it’s not the price that matters. It’s what my Brother 650 and I do together. We embroider artful portraits of animals, babies, mothers, and national landmarks.
Most easily and often though, we personalize you up and down by sewing initials onto your everything; from carry bags, to hankies and boxers.
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Stella is the name I have given my embroidery machine. It wasn’t easy naming her, because unlike babies, there are not many embroidery machine name books out there. So I chose a hardy Latin name, meaning, “star”. And a STAR she is. Stella is diligent, reliable, and has a strong work ethic. She has an easy to read screen, and performs with quality precision. I appreciate this, and tell her often. Sometimes I treat her to a new bobbin and a dab of extra oil.
It’s a love hate thing I have going with embroidery. I dream of owning a quaint, French embroidery shop in Paris. In my shop I serve colored candy mints and have Edith Piaf playing in the background. The front window is filled with vintage embroidered table linens and monogrammed French aprons. I have hundreds of beautifully colored spools of thread displayed on a wooden racks, and oversized floral oil paintings hanging on walls. Lovely, stylish women are regulars at my shop, and sit beside me on my shabby chic couch and admire my white linen embroidered pillows. We discuss life, art and theater. We sip tea from delicate china and keep our pinky fingers out to the side. In this dream I never see myself actually working.
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Because I say YES to everything and everyone, and completely underbid, my husband has started clocking my work. This is very tricky because now I have to be accountable for the time I put in. Now I have to sneak in to my sewing studio and embroider in the middle of the night so he won’t know I mistakenly bid 30 minutes for a job that so far has taken 2 ½ days.
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And then there’s Murphy’s Law, which I think was discovered when someone accidentally embroidered a W instead of M onto Murphy’s boxer shorts. If a person comes to my house holding an heirloom christening gown that once belonged to their husband’s great, great grandmother’s, sister’s baby, and asks me to embroider a letter on to the garment I speak calmly and deliberately as though I am talking to an intruder, and I’m a seasoned officer with the LAPD. I say,
“OK, lady. Turn around, slowly… hands up, and put the100 year-old heirloom thing above your head…that’s right, keep it in sight, and now walk to the door and leave my house.”
I do this because I know the minute I touch this treasure, a sharpie will materialize out of thin air and irreparably stain the garment. That, or the second the owner leaves, the dress will suddenly disintegrate from previously undocumented moth holes. Or most likely, (and this has happened) a mud puddle will suddenly appear in my living room, and I will slip and fall making the white un-washable heirloom christening gown look like a football jersey that lost in sudden-death overtime.
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So if you have pants to hem, a wedding dress to design or a designer gown you’d like knocked-off, don’t call me. But if you’d enjoy having a first, middle and last initial lovingly sewn on to a napkin, golf shirt or the butt of a diaper cover, just ask. I’ll quote you a price somewhere between $5.00 and the cost of a summer home in Malibu. And I’ll have it done in no time.
OMG, you are hilarious....and I love those embroidered portraits, especially the one of the dog. Do people bring you photos of their pets? Gorgeous. I want one of my darling dog.....Really, for the price of a summer home in Malibu? Can I get a better deal? My doggy's birthday is coming up. I'd love to surprise her.
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