Just a BlinkProof Time Flies

Day 2:

Day 1 proved to be less than successful with my hand-me-down sewing machine failing on me even though I swear I heard her say she’d be there for me.

I had resolve. I would not let a little bump in the road throw off my sewing machine journey. I borrowed my mother-in-law’s  Viking sewing machine so I could attempt to reteach myself how to sew.

The Viking’s case was well seasoned. I felt a connection to the small metal latches as I popped them open. It seemed they could tell me a 100 old stories of the hands that had touched them.

The machine sat with authority in it’s metallic green-blue glory. No, arrow diagrams were engraved in the metal to inform a novice how to thread the needle. The bobbin winder had no guide to make sure the thread was evenly spun. It’s knobs were plentiful, yet they were almost entirely unmarked.

Ah, the Viking, heavy and dependable, mocked me as if to say,

“If you have to ask you might as well not be sewing with me.”

And so it was.

I sent the Viking back to the home of  the “sewer” that had touched it’s metal latches 100s of times before.

Love,

Jess

I claimed to the world, “I don’t sew” and I told myself, “I can’t sew”.  Last week I debunked my old mantras by figuring out a thing or two about sewing machines.

Day One:

My hand-me-down sewing machine was calling to me from the top shelf in the garage. 5 years, she sat voiceless, collecting dust but now I heard her say,

Use me. Today is the day! Discover the usefulness I possess. I will unlock your creativity in unexpected in miraculous ways! Surely, your determination alone will give you golden fingers to stitch beautiful and important works of art.

The cold plastic case of my hand-me-down machine hung from the white handle in my clenched fist. She was heavier than I remembered.

I smiled as I set her down in the designated clearing on my kitchen table. I could already see all the Halloween costumes, hair bows and pot holders I was going to create, over the years, with the whirling noise of her presser foot.

Wait. The presser foot! Seriously, WHERE. WAS. HER. PRESSER. FOOT? Where was my sweet sewing machine’s presser foot? Gone. Yep, so was the plug-in cord.

gone, baby, gone. hmmph.

I hoped Day 2 would prove to be more productive.

Love,

Jess

Proverbs 31:19

¹⁹ In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers

Let me set my distaff down for a minute, so I can type a little faster. Um, wait my fingers are busy grasping a spindle.

A spindle? Didn’t Sleeping Beauty prick her finger on such a thing?

Research needed!

You can make thread from unspun fibers and some mysterious combination of spindle whorling, wrist spinning,  yarn hitching and hooking.

Which means I will go to a fabric store and purchase some thread.

However, I will not be getting of the hook so easily. I am going to pull out my sewing machine that is collecting dust in the garage.

Did I mention I’ve used old hand-me-down my sewing machine twice?

It’s time to reconnect and re-learn how to use the contraption.

Love,

Jess

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