How about that? My husband gave me a new Bernina! It is the 740 model, and I have to admit, I am a bit intimidated by all the fancy computerized settings. I have had it for a while, and have been waiting for the shop where we purchased it to offer a four hour long class on how to use it. The class for December was cancelled, and finally the January class date rolled around. The class was some distance from where we live, a two hour drive one way. My husband came with me, thank goodness, and helped me get set up in the classroom. I had been told to bring the machine and all the accessories that had come with it.
Oh boy, was I excited. I was going to learn all about my new machine and go home full of enthusiasm to start using it.
Not what happened at all.
The instructor rolled in late, saying it was raining and it slowed her up. ? I'm sorry, I drove two hours in the rain to get there and managed to arrive on time. Not a good beginning. And things deteriorated from there. It was clear from the outset that the instructor had no plan what so ever. There were no hand outs, no introductions, no nothing. She had us get out our little container of oil and she showed us how to oil the machine. She said we should do this after using two bobbins worth of thread, which seemed excessive to me. But what do I know?
She wandered around the room, stopping briefly at each of the six student's table to see what model of Bernina they had. She inquired, "So how do you all like that automatic needle threader?" Um, I am not sure, since I have no idea how to use it. Could you show us perhaps?
After an hour of this, one of the shop clerks came into the class room dragging a gigantic box. It turns out, one of the students in the class had purchased an elaborate embroidery machine. The next hour was spent unboxing it, setting it up, and introducing the woman to her new machine. The five of us other students sat with our hands in our laps not having a clue what we were supposed to be doing.
After two hours of absolutely no value, I packed up my machine and walked out of the class room without a word. No one seemed to notice. I got in the car and we drove two hours home. I was nearly in tears.
I was so disappointed and upset. The class was described as a "Learn How To Use Your New Bernina". In the small print it promised instruction on the computer features, how to use all the different presser feet, how to make button holes, etc etc. It was a complete lie. I think I can get better instruction from YouTube videos and tutorials.
The worst of the whole wretched experience was not so much the lack of instruction and colossal waste of our time, but that my husband, who had been so excited to provide me with this expensive piece of equipment, was so disappointed for me. I felt so bad for him that he had to witness this shabby experience and see how upset I was.
The day wasn't a total waste however. We stopped at a Staples office supply store and my husband bought me a new chair to use at my sewing table. I can adjust it to sit nice and high and think I will be much more comfortable.
Notice the new chair is positioned in front of my old Bernina. I guess it will be awhile longer before I can actually use the new machine.