I shouldn’t even have turned on the machine …
After three-quarters of a painfully unproductive weekend was over (no sewing, no cooking, no cleaning), I attempted to salvage some sense of accomplishment via my sewing machine.
I should have known better.
The thread snarled, a dart got mangled in an errant line of stitching and I sewed the zipper seam from the large dot down, instead of from the large dot up. Then I undid everything and tried it all again.
I fought my way through a couple of hours of sewing with mediocre results and called it quits. Fretting over my inability to accomplish much of consequence the entire weekend, I ended up not going to bed until after midnight. I woke up before the alarm went off. I had been awake all of 5 minutes when I realized that I’m using an invisible zipper in this project. I shouldn’t have sewn the zipper seam at all — the zipper goes in first! Sigh.
How many times must I learn the same lesson?
I should not sew when I am:
❦ Crabby in general
❦ Irritated by life
❦ Annoyed with myself
My sewing machine can sense this, and will NOT help me out in any way.
Today, I’m tired but determined to make up some of the cooking and cleaning. Tomorrow, I plan to rip that zipper seam out for the second time.
And then I’ll sew it all over again.