You may have noticed the edge of hysteria creeping into my recent sewing-related posts. There's a navel-high stack of items to mend on the floor beside the sewing table, and a list of project ideas as long as your arm spewing out of the cover of my journal. I spent the better part of an hour futzing with the tension last night, and I just couldn't get it to work. According to the manual, the upper tension was too high, but no amount of adjusting improved my stitches. Things had reached the point where I couldn't walk by the H o' C without wincing: a sad state of affairs. In the wee, small hours of the morning---needing to make something with neither needle nor thread---I hacked up a vintage kids' encyclopedia, and pulled together some very simple magnets.
This morning, desperate to end the madness, I grabbed my machine, fired up the grocery-getter, and made tracks for the repair shop. I was worried: how much would it cost to fix her up? How long would I be machine-less?
Thankfully, the competent folks at Des Moines Sewing Machines were able to fix the problem in less than ten minutes, and didn't ask for a red cent. Furthermore, they showed me how to oil the guts of the machine and keep her running smoothly. Thirty minutes so very well spent---travel time included!
Hightail it over to Kirsty's and check out the other creative spaces this week...