These are Steve's hands on my serger. Being the dear that he is, he tried to help me, but once I heard "oh, this is just like the derailleur on a bike!" and saw him get a little too wieldy with the screwdriver, I made him stop. Still, I'm grateful for the attempt. If he had fixed it? Oh my...But no, he didn't.
So yeah, my serger and I are not getting along this weekend. At all. In fact, we had a knock-down all out fight at about 12:30 am this morning (what I'm doing serging past midnight is another story--and perhaps this is all a lesson about just that. A lesson I'm not interested in hearing, thank you very much.), when it suddenly just stopped on me. Stopped. I stayed up until my eyes were burning trying to solve it. I then woke up and spent two hours looking for the manual (why don't I put it back in the same place each time?). And then spent another two hours staring back and forth between the manual (oh! it was right where it should be!) and the machine, oiling it, staring some more, and then crying. Oh yes, I cried because my serger is broken. I'm sure there are worse things in the world that could have happened to me--but in that moment, I didn't believe so.
This doesn't bode well for my plan of a big surprise I've had in the works for this week (for you! Yes, YOU!). And I'd like to tell you that with age and maturity and practice in mindfulness, I've become more flexible with my plans being changed for me, but well, that just isn't true. I'm an absolute bear when things aren't going the way I had planned. Grrrr..... Hear me roar? Oh, I'm roaring.
So...there's no point to this post except to growl to the whole of the internets in hopes of feeling better. And to give all the locals a fair warning. It isn't pretty.
(Oh, and to get technical on ya, this is the deal: it works going *backwards* just fine, but forwards--the lower looper and the upper looper are getting 'stuck' on each other--if I apply forward pressure to the lower looper--theres a bit of give--should there be?--, the upper looper can get by...but well, if I did that for more than one rotation, my finger would get cut off, which would suck. Hmnn. Anyone?) Oh, and if anyone knows of a good repair shop in Portland (maine), I'd be grateful for the recommendation!