Family Alive

I actually don’t hate the “art” of sewing. I like creating things, especially easy things. I’m in the process of making the fuzziest, fleeciest fringed scarf ever. It’s simply 3 long strips of fleece sewn together right down the middle and fringed. I got a beautiful new jacket as an early Christmas present for Brian, and I’ve been so excited to make myself this scarf. Today I got all ready, cut the fleece, got everything pinned together – took all of 10 minutes! – and pulled out my sewing machine. It’s a hand-me-down from Brian’s grandmother, a Singer from the 1980’s (or earlier??). It’s done fairly well for me, though I always have to do some form of trouble shooting. I actually really hate sewing machines. That’s the worst part of sewing for me. So to finish the story, I was all ready to sew my one, simple long seam down the middle of my fleece, and the needle doesn’t move. The machine whirs, like it’s trying to sew for me, but the needle won’t even move with the hand wheel. ARG. I hate that. I don’t know how to fix it, my father-in-law is out of town until after we leave for Wisconsin next week, and I am not about to shell out the $100 necessary to take this silly machine in for a cleaning and fixing. Oh well… So much for my “motivated” morning of accomplishing things, at least with my sewing machine.