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Biting the bullet
My sewing machine, my faithful Husqi 1, is gone for attention. Neither light comes on any more when I switch on and I'd put up with it, using a small table lamp at the rear of the work so I could see to sew. Then the reverse button died. I said a couple of naughty words (Fouaithe!) and worked around the problem. After all, I only need to sew backwards when applying a binding. In fact, most of the quilty things you've seen recently were made under the twin handicaps of no lights and no reverse. Yesterday, I decided that enough was enough and rang the shop. And that's the pixie in the potion.
Apart from being a Husqvarna dealership, the shop also has patchwork fabric, knitting yarn, scrapbooking, embroidery thread, beads; the temptations are varied and shiny.
I'm meant to be making asirius serious, concerted attempt to use up the stash, not acquire more and so I entered the shop determined not to let anything catch my eye. I was going to leave the machine for Chris, explain the faults, and walk out.
Yeah, right.
Chris is a sociable young man, (cute too!) and he knows I travel 40 minutes to get there. "Come into the warm", he says. "Bit parky out there. Would you like a coffee?" I follow him through the chilly maze of little rooms to the bench in the back room, am plied with coffee and shortbread and succumb to his natural enthusiasm to discuss fabric, thread and sewing machines.
The point of this is that I leave with 4 balls of yarn, 2 fat quarter packs and a quilting stencil that looks just the thing for 'Spring Madness'. I have the breaking strain of a Kit Kat. I tell myself I'm keeping an independant trader afloat. That sounds better--helping the economy.
Being sans Husky for a week means time to hand quilt some of the many tops I have lingering in the airing cupboard, or at least make a good start. The callus on my middle finger is nice and thick. No, I don't use a thimble, never did, can't get on with one at all.
Hand quilting. Yes. Knit a little scarf for variety. Yes. I shall not cut any more patches for piecing. Shall not. Not even for the 'winding ways' quilt I just added to the other 10 'planned projects' on the list, even if the fabric for that arrived yesterday. I shall not. But then, I have the breaking strain of a Kit Kat...
Apart from being a Husqvarna dealership, the shop also has patchwork fabric, knitting yarn, scrapbooking, embroidery thread, beads; the temptations are varied and shiny.
I'm meant to be making a
Yeah, right.
Chris is a sociable young man, (cute too!) and he knows I travel 40 minutes to get there. "Come into the warm", he says. "Bit parky out there. Would you like a coffee?" I follow him through the chilly maze of little rooms to the bench in the back room, am plied with coffee and shortbread and succumb to his natural enthusiasm to discuss fabric, thread and sewing machines.
The point of this is that I leave with 4 balls of yarn, 2 fat quarter packs and a quilting stencil that looks just the thing for 'Spring Madness'. I have the breaking strain of a Kit Kat. I tell myself I'm keeping an independant trader afloat. That sounds better--helping the economy.
Being sans Husky for a week means time to hand quilt some of the many tops I have lingering in the airing cupboard, or at least make a good start. The callus on my middle finger is nice and thick. No, I don't use a thimble, never did, can't get on with one at all.
Hand quilting. Yes. Knit a little scarf for variety. Yes. I shall not cut any more patches for piecing. Shall not. Not even for the 'winding ways' quilt I just added to the other 10 'planned projects' on the list, even if the fabric for that arrived yesterday. I shall not. But then, I have the breaking strain of a Kit Kat...