I love Andy. I love him for many different reasons, one being he has no qualms about completely dismembering my sewing machine at 11:30 at night to figure out exactly why my bobbin isn’t winding. This is love. I doubted for a moment as I looked at my carcass of a machine thinking, surely he doesn’t know a thing about sewing machines. Silly me. He had that problem figured out and fixed in no time flat. And I think I might have fallen in love with him all over again as I watched his piercing eyes inspect that machine while his headlight lit it up and he remarked, “Wow! This machine is extraordinarily modular!”
Prince Charming in a headlight