Yes, I just reread this post! I'm f-ing boring. Like anyone cares about my sewing machine problems. Second...I sound way too domestic for my own good. Finally, I thought..WTF so much happened this weekend that there has to be some sort of story.
So, Riddle me this. Why is that this anti gun mommy will not let the boy have guns, but I don't have a problem with light sabers. HMMMMMMMM! I'm a walking Contradiction, but oh well. Hmmmm I feel like I have PMS.
The old saying..."You just need a basic machine if you're learning to sew."
Bloggies, I'm here to tell you that is crap! My sexy, wonderful, used constatly embroidery machine....needs to go and be fixed. Ugh! The computer part that you program the stiches into is having horrible issues. UGH! I guess that's what happens when you put sewing and embroidery with a computer together. You know there are bound to be technical issues. I'm just not too confident that the old sewing man has enough computer skill to figure out my machine. (Yes...I'm sick just thinking about it.)
Ok...so let's move on. I am working on a slipcover for a bookcase. Sounds freaky..but trust me it's going to be soooooo cute! Plus, I don't need to get new cases. Plus plus, you'll still be able to see the books if I roll up the front and and tie with a little bow. Sooooo cute. I saw it on DIY. Here's the problem. I have to use my non sexy, still handy, yet...pain in the ass sewing machine.
Here's the thing. This was what I used before my sexy baby. It's like going from luxury to economy in the matter of a stich. How could I have learned on a machine like this. Threading the bobbin is a pain in the ass. You need to be much pickier with thread...and ugh...it's just not easy. Ok...I'm done.
So, here's my tip for you. If you ever want to learn to sew (which I totally recommend to anyone) then learn with a decent machine. You don't need anything high end...but go for medium end. My Brother, isn't crap, but I soooo can't believe how I learned on something that can be so tempermental!
Yes Yes...enough of my complaining.
Now, Back to my slipcover!