Had a bit of an ordeal with my sewing machine. It was skipping stitches and making an alarming CRUNK noise, so I took it in for repair. The repairman here is about eighty, crotchety, and has several mangled fingers — really — that give me pause every time I see him. It sort of makes me wonder how adept a repairman he can be if his fingers keep getting eaten. But he's pretty much the only game in town, so in I went with my machine.
He couldn't find anything wrong, he said, but gave the machine a good cleaning. Home I went and started to sew. And heard almost immediately, CRUNK.
Because I hate confrontation, it took me a week to work up the nerve to take the machine back in to good Mr. Manglethumb. I diffidently presented the machine with a sheepish look and several "of course I know nothing about fixing sewing machines, but I think..."s. He set it up and sewed a few stitches. CRUNK, it said on the very first stitch...and then purred like a kitten. A threaded kitten, one that made perfectly balanced stitches. He stared at me and said, "I don't hear anything. You hear anything?"
Damn it. I looked like such an idiot.
But an idiot with a working machine, at least, I thought as I took it home. Set it up, took a few stitches, aaaand...CRUNK.
But it only CRUNKs every so often, and it does appear to be working, so for now I am using it and watching it like a hawk. Like a hawk watches a kitten. Know what I mean? Hungrily.
Or I was. Because then the light bulb burned out. First time in a decade of owning the machine and using it almost daily. Unfortunately, the bulb is a funny kind and the only place in my state that sells and services these machines is owned by...Mr. Manglethumb. Rather than go back there for the third time in a month, I ordered a bulb online. And so I waited. And waited. And still am waiting now.
I've managed to sew a few things with the help of an Ott Lite precariously balanced. This is a block for a bee I'm in, the Stash Busting Bee. The recipient sent the turquoise floral print and asked that we make an 18" block. I loved doing this because it let me pull out a bunch of oranges, which are to me as red is to some quilters; I try to work it into every quilt. I also enjoyed the huuuuge block size, as it was like making a mini quilt.
I've also made a few more nine-patches, although my machine's hypochondria put me way, way, way off schedule on the One-a-Day Quiltalong, and I've made about a million 5" half-square triangles for a value quilt inspired by Metrosupial's. Oh, and I repaired Charlie's blanket, which had grown stringy and disreputable around the corner. (He was stricken when he realized I was going to have to amputate. I explained about gangrene, though, and he eventually progressed to acceptance.)
Also in the works is a design wall for my quilting studio — hahahahaha, I love to laugh. Studio, my ass — and a couple of swaps. (Sheridan, if you're reading this, start watching your mailbox!)