I then felt the immediate need for a cup of ginger tea, not that I was trying to procrastinate or anything but, because I've been eating all my inflammation triggering food. Oh, and look, the kitchen floor needs swept, and I'll just wash up these few dishes.I went back and was about to open the instruction manual, and thought, "I should really blog about this." And here I am, thinking maybe I could just fly Heather up from FL, and she could show me how to use this fancy shmancy thing.
So I just watched part of the instructional dvd, and have threaded my machine and wound the bobbin. Oliver has been sitting next to me asking me questions the entire time. Now I remember yet another reason it's taken me this long to try and learn this machine. Endless, questions, and a little hand grabbing at all the attachments. I really regret donating my old, (working, industrial strength,) machine when we moved here. It would have been perfect for Oliver to tinker with...needle removed.
Okay, I tried sewing, and something is wrong with the machine. It won't even sew a straight stitch correctly, let alone a decorative stitch and no amount of tension adjusting is taking care of the problem. Ugh...sometimes I really wish I had an old fashioned, treadle operated, Singer.
In happier news, I got to meet up with my longtime friend, Sharoon, at Mountain Mojo, this morning. We hadn't seen each other since 1997!
Now you can see just how fabulous I really am.