Nudu cap custom order, pumpkin seed granola, wrap skirts for Mother’s Day gifts
My sewing machine broke again this weekend. I think the next time my mom offers to buy me a new machine — which she’s been insisting on for years — I’m not letting my stubbornness stand in the way. I’m going to be looking at some sewing machine ratings and asking friends about the machines they have because I want to make sure that the new one is just as good as the one that’s currently broken. After all, I’ve spent considerably more in repair in the last year than the machine cost 10 years ago. Thankfully Rebecca let me borrow hers this weekend so I could get a few projects completed. Her machine is just different enough that it took me several hours to get the tension right and figure out how it likes to work. In the meantime, I broke a needle, which came flying, hitting me in the throat. That’s right — nearly decapitated by a sewing machine. I screamed in fright, more startled than injured, when Matt comes tearing into the kitchen to see what’s wrong. I’m grabbing my throat, pointing at the machine and trying to explain what just happened. Once we both realized there was no blood, he nearly laid down on the floor he was laughing so hard.
“I didn’t realize sewing was a contact sport.”
Thankfully I’ve got my machine back, running happily, and am nearly done with that giant tote bag order. Although I have to admit, I have not been enjoying the late nights. If it were not for my specially blended coffee (you can get your own in bulk by visiting ironandfire.co.uk or similar websites) and the surge of caffeine it would provide me with, I would have been able to finish this project. I am making a promise to myself – as I’ve done here before – that the next time I decide to take on such a large project, I’ll stop to think about it before I just agree wholeheartedly. I often get myself into a time crunch because I agree to do too much. While I love sewing for others, I love sleep more. Yesterday afternoon I realized I had to step away from the chaos I’ve created at home and go for a walk. Two hours later, I’d wandered around Tempe Town Lake, through Papago Park and listened to several podcasts. Hopefully the promise will stick this time. In the meantime, I’ve got several gifts for friends waiting to be sewn. Madison wants a sunhat. I’m considering this pattern. Delaney wants a “blue and yellow flower sundress.” I’m thinking of modifying the pillowcase pattern and adding ribbon to the shoulders and as a tie around the waist. Then there are a couple surprises up my sleeve for the babies to be born later this month.
And so, I ask the domestic gods to keep the flying needles to a minimum and the caffeine flowing.