A few weeks ago I was desperately trying to get ready for the annual birthday extravaganza of youngest grand-daughter. This involves lots of sewing, way too much embroidery, and the cutting of many items to match this years themed party. (anyone remember the great Elmo search last year...I do) This year was Dora.
So..I'm setting up to cut a very simple little box design to put little candies in. Her mom can fold them all..not me..

and on the first cut.....
MY CRICUT CAUGHT ON FIRE
No, I am not kidding you. I am dead serious. And so is it. Dead, that is. Whatever it was that fried in there is fried good.
So, I call Provo Craft because I know I registered it when I got it for Mother's Day, last year. And sure enough...it was out of warranty by a whole month and a day. So, you know what they did to help me fix this problem?
That's right NOTHING. Zero, zip, not a darn thing. They won't repair them, they don't sell replacement parts.
Apparently, there are no repair shops.
So now I have this absolutely useless, rather expensive, "thing", sitting on top of it's cabinet where all my supplies are kept.
Nice paperweight? Expensive paper weight. Especially considering all the software (SCAL included) I bought to go along with it, and the carts I bought before I discovered SCAL, etc, etc. etc.
I miss my Cricut very much. I just want to weep.
No, I'm not getting a new one or any other cutter for that matter.
To top matters, a week after I lost my beloved Cricut Dr. tells me that my wrists and hands are hurting and mis-shaping NOT due to wear and tear arthritis as was orginally diagnosed but that I clearly have some sort of Auto Immune Disease. He has now eliminated all the but the two worst ones. Figures, huh.
So, the loss of the Cricut now matters not. I am already not able to do much of the sewing I did before (this is a great loss and saddens me very much) but now amonly able to work the mouse on the puter for about 15 minutes at a time. Very frustrating and the precursor to not being able to do it at all. Whatever it is it sure progresses fast.
Yep..he gave me the "good drugs" which last all of about 2 hours and then me and my new friend named Pain are in touch again.
I am older, I raise a grand-daughter. This is all so very not good.
And I will never, ever, use the phrase "crabby old person" ever again in my life. Mostly because now I am one and also because now I know why. Sheesh.
And I have already told Dr. I want the red scooter and I'm having flames painted on the front. Dh says I need a cow catcher too. I was not amused. I won't be able to use a wheel chair becuase my hands can't turn it...powered is where I'm going. Red, with flames and maybe a huge girly skull on the back. HERE She comes!!!
And so now those of you who've been here a bit and may (may not) remember me..this is why I've not been around.
What I'm trying to do is cram in as much crafting/sewing/ making pretty things time as I can tolerate. It's going to end.
And I want my Cricut back.....



Actually I'm here today because I was looking for some particular svg files, yep, it's Dora, and I know this is a good source and a great group. I found a way to convert svg's via inkscape and an embroidery digitizing program I have....I can make designs myself!! And while I didn't find what I was looking for, I wanted to let you all know why I popped in and out.
Happy cutting you all...I do so miss this!!!
Penny