Grandma's machine
I came home Sunday with a purpose. I needed to sew around the edges of some muslin fabric for my Fiber Arts class Batik project. My students cut their fabric pieces to fit their frames and I needed to sew the edges so they wouldn't fray when I washed the fabric. My grandmother had given me her sewing machine when she moved into an assisted living residence and I had tried to sew in the past but it was NOT a pleasant experience. The thread kept breaking regardless of the tension and stitch length and I just did not have any fun. Well, I got the machine tuned up last summer and WOW does that machine hum now!!! Turns out if you have the needle in BACKWARDS, things don't work so well. OOPS....
What a beauty!
Closer....
Closer....
Closer....
And done!
Thanks to Grandma for the machine and thanks to G who immediately upon my return from the cities asked me if I wanted any help putting the sewing machine back into its table. Since the move, it has been sitting on the floor and before I could begin, I needed to replace it in the sewing table. What a great guy to volunteer, get the tools out, and then lay on his back to replace all the screws.... I just love that man and all the great practice I got sewing in straight lines!
1 comment:
Good job Jen! You can join the "We hate sewing" club (Heather and me). We love the stuff, just hate how it gets screwed up along the way. Next time I visit, we can make some bags or something.
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