Last week I had a birthday. My son and his family came to stay and I had a wonderful week. There were some flowers and cards- ( Only just took the photo, for those who read yesterdays post)
and Mr T took us all out for a meal, that’s me with my Dad- Master T, Miss J and Mr T. Mrs T kindly took the photo
And my husband gave me a lovely new sewing machine. I couldn’t try it with a house full of family, so yesterday was the day I tried it. I was scared and excited all at the same time, it is much whizzier than the one I have been using for the last xxx years to make dressing up clothes, shoe bags and things of that ilk. This is an altogether new experience.
I put it on the table in its box and had a good look at the outside
I got it out of the box
and then out of the case
I got out the instruction manual. I started with the names of parts- I am sure there is a poem called the Naming of Parts- I must look it up- anyway this naming of parts was suitably impressing ( scared me to pieces!)
I gave myself a good talking too and got going with some practice material
Which were pretty rubbish and I faffed around with tension wheels and goodness knows what else.
Another good talking too later and I remembered watching Master T last week. Now why is it as adults ( and I do not think I am alone) we expect to be able to do everything instantly. At least I had tried to read the xxx manual!
Last week I had been playing with Master T and had constructed a tower of 4 Duplo bricks and put them on top of a Duplo car. On observing this tower Master T had spent a really concentrated 20 minutes taking the 4 bricks apart and re building the tower, taking it apart and re-building it- he must have done it 20, 30 times before he was satisfied he could do it, then he turned his attention to the car, put the tower on the car, took it off, rebuilt the tower, put it back on the car- you get the picture.
Thank you Master T! I went back to the manual- not only had I not put the bobbin in correctly I had not threaded it right either. Finally happy I knew what to do I had a think about what to practice on, because by now I knew I need practice before getting going on one of the numerous projects I have in mind. I had a rummage through my fabric stash. I found this..
A small pack of fabric squares I had bought from a charity shop last year and waiting for a use. Perfect I would make a cushion (pillow). Here goes…
I made a Suffolk puff, and added a button, and had completed my first project on my scary new sewing machine…a little less scary than it had been in the morning! What do you think?