I packed up the "bad" serger and got it ready to go back to Hancock. I really dreaded it because it's not always the greatest shopping experience there. Besides that, I couldn't find the receipt (it was bought in November, and I wouldn't be able to find a receipt from yesterday), but I did have the credit card bill, which didn't say that I had bought a serger, just the amount I had paid. I had already figured out that there would be questions and clucking and such, so I left the machine in the car and went to find someone named Martha. Once Martha found out the sewing teacher had declared it "bad," she hardly looked at the credit card receipt. She was more than glad to make the exchange and apologized profusely for my problem. She's always been pleasant, but I didn't know her name before. One of the few there with a sense of humor. Made me want to spend more money in there. I didn't. I did look over my shoulder once or twice on the way out.
I was almost looking for an excuse not to come home. I just wanted to drive and drive and enjoy the beautiful day. This is what I saw when I got home. I don't remember it blooming last year. probably one of the plants transplanted from Midland that's just now getting over the trauma of moving (like me).