I feel a bit like this today:
I swear I emit some sort of strange energy field that breaks sewing machines. I’ve been working on a diorama for the I hate to housekeep photoshoot I’m planning. Originally I was thinking living room, but I decided bedroom would work a bit better, and I was going to sew a little coverlet for the bed. Actually it’s not a bed; it’s the box my iPod touch came in, which happens to be about the right size for a bed belonging to someone 11cm tall. But with a nicely hemmed square of fabric and a little fleece pillow, it will look plenty cozy. Or it would, if I could get the damn sewing machine to work! I don’t even know what’s wrong…the needle will just stop in its lowest position for no reason that I can discern. I’m sure something is wrong with my bobbin thread, but damned if I can figure out what it is. I’ve spent 2 hours so far taking the thing apart and putting it back together again with no success…I could have hemmed the coverlet by hand by now! Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so frustrated. The worst thing is, I can tell there’s nothing seriously wrong with the machine, as my sister was just over here a few weeks ago to hem her curtains. She pulled it out, turned it on, and away it went! So it must be me.
Time to take a walk and then have another stab at it when I get home.
some hours later…
News flash! I had no idea you could change the bobbin out without taking apart the entire shuttle assembly! Durr! Still can’t get the thing to run, though.
even later…
Definitely sewing this puppy by hand. Phooey!
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