I might just pack all the un-blogged items and take the photos at Jekyll Island, but that might be considered blogger cruelty. HAHAHA. Seriously, make this vacation get here or I might be on the news for all the wrong reasons. *ahem* Anyway. So what's on my sewing table? Well, for starters, this:
|These do not belong to my machine.|
|On the left side of the ring, Brother! On the right, Singer overlocker! Wadded fabric in the middle is one of four current projects. I'm a multi-tasker.|
Small problem... they don't fit on the Brother bobbin winder. Well crap. I know, I'll buy a Sidewinder!! New problem... you have to get the DELUXE version for them to fit Viking bobbins. Which costs $66 instead of $26 dollars. I think its a conspiracy against vikings. I mean the sewing machine, not my ancestral history. Nobody pisses off those kind of Vikings, but I digress. The whole reason I was going to use Mom's machine in the first place is because I just had it serviced and mine needs to go in the shop for some TLC. Plan C, hook my machine back up and take over the kitchen table with the Bernina cover stitch machine.
|Its a craigs list table. One day when I don't have two dirt vortex catastrophe machines living in my house I'll invest in nicer furniture. And new flooring.|
|Cutting knits is fun!|
The reason for the cover stitch machine was to finish the hems on another dress from Vogue 8679. The hem turned out lovely, but the photo is really dark.
I then went to do a finishing stitch on the Simplicity dress front wrap piece and sewed it wrong, not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES. Coverstich seam ripping will make you want to rip your own hair out. The fourth time was passable and I said "to hell with that" and left it. No photo, at this point my son was awake, playing video games (his natural state) and asked "Are you yelling at me?"
"No, I'm yelling at inanimate objects".
"Oh good, glad to see you are feeling better", (its been a bad couple of weeks) he says. So yelling at inanimate objects is considered an improvement over the last few weeks. This is why I need a real vacation, ya'll. I'll also accept care packages of chocolate and vodka cocktails. But not molotov cocktails, those are illegal and make the postal workers crankier than me.
So, anyone else have seam ripping nightmares to share?? What's your favorite cocktail?