What sorcery is this? A machine that threads itself?!
Mr. Dork must know my eyesight is fading with each birthday because he bought me one for my Big Day. He made a once-in-a-lifetime appearance at the sewing store to pick up my repaired ailing machine (the new one I wore out in about 500 blog posts) and asked the ladies there to give him a demo before picking out two choices. Then he drove me to the store, handed me a wad of bills and sent me inside to pick. Hurray for birthdays!
(Of course you need a college degree to figure out the self-threading mechanism. Nothing a glass of wine or three can't fix.)