The Sewing Machine

December 29, 2006 @ 09:24

I had an interesting chat with my friend Dan Duran yesterday. He's up in Thunder Bay enjoying the holidays with his in-laws.

During our conversation I asked him how his son Colton was doing. Colton is fine little fella whose company I enjoy during the summer. He's burgeoning trailerite who enjoys everything about the great outdoors - and he also enjoys machines.

When I asked Dan if Colton had received more gifts while he was up in T-Bay, Dan said he had and he was enjoying them very much, so much in fact that he had gotten over the disappointment of not receiving a sewing machine.

That's right, a sewing machine. Colton had placed a sewing machine on the top of his Christmas wish list.

However before you jump to any conclusions and assume Dan may have a challenge on his hands let me explain. Colton wanted a sewing machine because it's a machine with moving parts that interest him. His mom Jackie does a lot of sewing and whenever she uses the machine it fascinates young Colton.

Believe me, he's not a suck or a sissy or confused with his orientation. Not that there's anything wrong with that. He's a young fella with an active mind and I can totally relate to this.
You see, when I was kid about Colton's age, I wanted a doll house. But not because I played with dolls, nothing could have been farther from the truth. I wanted a doll house because it would be the perfect accessory for my toy cars or my dinky toys.

I had tons of them and as a kid whenever I'd see a girl with a doll house I used to think how cool it would be to have one of my cars drive up to a house. Not a "doll" house necessarily, but a house that fit the scale of my cars.

So as you can see I can relate to Colton's request for a sewing machine and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it.

There is however one difference between his story and mine. I never asked for the doll house.