You see, some people love sewing for the relaxation that it brings, while some hate it becasue it can be so tedious. Some love the quiet humming of a sewing machine, while others find themselves with the most extreme migraine after listening to it for just a few minutes.
I fall somewhere in between those lines. I guess it is what some people call a love-hate relationship. On the last quilt i made, i was definitely feeling HATE.
What? I hate sewing? Well let me explain. I was finishing up the front of TW's quilt. As in it was 9:00pm and all i had to do was put the back on and i was done. NOT so fast. You see as i was laying down the front of the quilt on my living room floor so i could upload a picture on to facebook, something about it just wasn't right. It took me a few minutes to realize that i had sewn the ENTIRE front of his quilt with FLOWER fabric that was intended for a girl friend of mine's quilt. It was a nightmare.
I sat down on my couch and began seam ripping. Each little stitch had to come out. Three hours later i was back to square one. By now its midnight, and i am just beginning a quilt i thought i would have finished a couple hours before.
I am finally almost done with the front (around you know, 3:30am) and what happens? The needle on my machine breaks in half. Despite the inconvenience, i don't stress out right away because i know i have several other back ups. I go rummaging in my supplies kit and find the package of spare machine needles. It is EMPTY. *sigh* At this point i am beyond frustrated.
Luckily, my mother has this disease called compulsive sewing machine buying. I swear we have at least ten in our house. Each one of my sisters has one and I own two. So I get down one of my mother's machines, thread the machine with my last spool of black thread, and get ready to work. I open the bobbin case and there is no bobbin in that machine. Now because this happens to be one of my mom's, I have NO IDEA where she keeps her notions. Plan B has offically failed.
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The three machines i used on Friday night. The two on the floor are mine. Both Singers. |
There is only one thing left to do. 'Old Faithful' is what i call her. She is nine million pounds and I keep her on the very top shelf in my closet. Because she is nine hundred years old and so heavy, I usually do not use her unless its an emergency. However at 4:00am, an unfinished project IS an emergency.
After coming close to breaking my back lifting this thing off the top shelf while standing on the bottom shelf of my closet ( a very dangerous maneuver might I add), I set up the old girl and get to sewing. She works like a charm.
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My girl 'Old Faithful' |
Old Faithful was a gift to me from my aunt when i was in 3rd Grade. My very first sewing machine. Oh the torture i put her through. The endless stitching on paper (to practice straight lines of course!), pressing the pedal down so hard that the needle was going so fast I could practically see smoke coming out of her. But despite her age, she is still my favorite machine. I have decided to tote her with me to college this year even though I will need a football team to carry her into my dorm room.
Needless to say it was around 6:00am when i finished TW's quilt. A LONG night indeed. But TW loved his blanket so it was well worth the all-nighter of frustration!