My sewing table Sunday afternoon . . .
Once that pair was done, decided to begin the second pair, and had planned to French seam them.
I’d overlocked all the edges Saturday, and thought on Sunday that I’d try getting out my zipper foot to get really close to the edge on that first seam.
Nope. Got off track after a couple of inches and had to rip out.
Then turned the machine back on to begin sewing again… but forgot to re-position the needle.
One broken needle. OUCH!
Then panic began as I couldn’t seem to get the new needle to line up with the threader.
The dealer I’d gone to several years ago has just closed. I began imagining life without a functioning sewing machine.
! ! ! ! 😱 ! ! ! ! (silent wails of horror)
Took a long time out… ate chocolate… did a few stretching exercises… watched a bit more of the original version of “Cold Comfort Farm” on YouTube … and finally went back to the machine.
Turned the wheel just a bit before switching on, and heard the usual snap into position as I flicked the switch.
I saw the needle go up in the correct position, the threader worked, and I heaved a HUGE sigh of relief.
But decided to re-think those French seams. 😊