Inspiring Quilters, Stitch by Stitch
My husband is one of those guys. You know, why press the shower knob in when you can SMACK it. Why lift the car door lever when you can YANK it. So, even though it took me a while to figure out what happened, it wasn't a surprise.
I had to prep for my BOM class last Friday night and sat down at my beautiful Pfaff. I began a seam on a half square triangle and, snap, broke a needle. I pleasantly changed the needle. Snap. I cursed under my breath and changed it again. Snap.
I changed my foot, then my plate. Using the quilting plate I could see that the needle was hitting the plate and not clearing the hole. My machine doesn't allow me to move the needle left and right. Something was WRONG.
Hubby, who had had a job interview, had needed to sew a fastener onto a pair of long unused pants. And knowing hubby, he could never let the feed dogs handle the job, so apparently he man-handled (literally) the machine and pulled the needle apparatus over.
And this is the same man who 28 years ago made himself a stegosaurus costume out of green corduroy. We blew up a toddler costume to his six foot height and gave it a six foot tail. He sewed and then wore that costume all over the LA basin on the buses, and actually won the Anaheim City costume contest. We had one for him, one for our eight year old daughter, and one for the two year old. But in the intervening years, things have changed...including my having a much, much nicer machine.
Oh well. I got a tune up on his dime (my threader was a bit off anyway) and I got a little more practice on my Janome Jem class machine (whose needle does move but who does not cut the thread or lower the presser foot for me--how did we ever survive?).
Oh, and hubby got the job!
It was worth it I guess.