Tragedy in the Studio.
I was going to post about Big Sur animals today. But I can’t. I am so sad. My sewing machine . . . it’s bad. A couple of months ago it started to stick and sputter, so, being the do-it-yourselfer that I am, I opened it up. And I won’t even tell you what I did because I know someone will scold me. But long story short, it came back to haunt me. And then today there I was, sewing straps for my newest adorable and convenient goody, when it stopped. No sounds, no sputters, nothing. It just stopped. I’m pretty sure that I shorted out the electrical system somehow because the mechanism part works when I use the hand wheel, and the light turns on and the screen works fine. Oil + electricity don’t mix. I know, don’t yell at me. I know. The manufacturer specifically said not to oil it. But I’m used to a machine that doesn’t need servicing every time you change the thread, you know?
So I’m on the hunt for a new machine. One that I can oil. A machine that will sew through six layers of fabric, that I can use three or four hours a day, five days a week. I need a big girl sewing machine.
And now I’m going to go cry.
Oh yeah and I’m going to be at the Silverlake Art Craft & Vintage show this Saturday at Micheltorena Elementary on Sunset. If you happen to be in town, feel free to stop by and give me a hug. Or just stroll through the farmers market, have breakfast at Millies, and then come by my booth and give me a sympathetic smile or something like that.
Always end on a happy note.
