Week six of sewing - only two weeks to go. Last night I thought I'd better get the sewing machine going, get wild on something for me to wear. In fact I really wanted to overlock to let off some steam. Alas, I spent most of the evening cutting out a flibberty pattern, then the fabric, and all I sewed was this. The yoke. Not even the whole thing. Maybe I was talking too much. I always got tossed out of class at school for talking too much. Not that you'd know I sometimes talk too much (three posts in one day - no, I don't talk too much!).
So the yoke. See that piddly amount of sewing down the bottom there? Well times that by two - and that's the equal sum of my sewing. Hmph!
And have I told you about my sewing machine? My Mum kindly gave me my grandmother's machine. It's an old Husqvarna. In good nick. Hasn't been used for some time. I took it to be serviced to make sure it was ready for me (or maybe that was so I was ready for it). The people told me I'd forgotten the pedal - but not to worry, they had one they could use for the service.
I came home and have searched high and low for that damn thing. Even had my Mum turn her place upside down looking for the pedal and the power cord. Do you think it's turned up? Uh-uh. Nope. So unless I decide to just manually turn the needle-thing, I can't use the machine. I paid $100 for the service. Then it's going to be another $150 to get a pedal made up. Double hmph.
I've heard of people finding perfectly good machines on the side of the road. Someone in my class knows someone (who knows someone who knows someone - just jokes) who picked up an overlocker off a council pick-up then sold it on eBay for $300. If only my bin and I were still on speaking terms.
Until then, I'm hand stitching and waiting 'til Monday night to get the machine humming again.