These two need to be separated. They are trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E, I tell you. Perhaps it's just because we're reading Raggedy Ann right now (remember? all of Marcella's dolls and toys come to life and cause lots of mischief while she's away), but I'm convinced that once I close the door on the craft room, they run amuck together, which is why they are BOTH sick right now. Oh yes, that's right, BOTH of them. Once I recovered from the disaster of the serger, I tried to seek refuge in my sewing machine. Only to discover, that it too, would let me down.
And once again, I begged for help from Steve, who was stopped this time when I heard, "do you have a hammer anywhere in this room?". A hammer?! NO you may NOT use a hammer on my sewing machine! SO, again, I read the manual. And then I cracked open my machine (as in unscrewing the plate). My machine-- that I got as a college graduation gift--has, um, never been 'opened' like this. (10 years. Oh my. This is embarrassing). And this is what I found:
Crazy, huh? The lint was so thick the machine just stopped, and even after cleaning it out, is NOT working. So yeah, the point is: IT'S ALL MY FAULT. I'm a sucky, negligent owner. I'm sure I did something equally ridiculous to my serger. And now, my machines are standing together and refusing to take the abuse a day longer.
Off to the shop they both go. TOGETHER. How cute is that? It looks like I'll be knitting this week.
(I assure you that despite how grumpy all of this makes me--though, really, it's kind of funny at this point--the rest of this weeks' posts will bring no more bitterness, but in fact -- lots of celebrating and surprises. Really!)
