I like to sew. Sometimes. Like when sewing is easy and not a pain in the ass.
I decided, after not making anything to wear for three years, to sew a top. I have this gray velour knit and decided it would be warm to wear. I had adapted the above pattern to t-shirt length instead of dress length. Don’t wear dresses.
I decided to use my serger, since my “fancy” sewing machine died a horrible death with the feed dogs stuck in the lower position and I can’t get the screw off the throat plate to see what’s up and Singer wants me to pay to send it to their repair place and I said bullshit. Double bullshit. The machine was a hunk of crap from the beginning, big mistake on my part and I just said trash is trash throw it out.
So I’m going to use the serger. I have only threaded it once or twice. It is a pain in the ass. There are 4 things that have to be threaded and they’re all grouped together – at least two of them – in cramped tiny quarters that would drive a saint to distraction. I threaded it yesterday. It didn’t work. I did something wrong.
I stopped. I thought piss on this, I cannot take it. This morning I watched a video on how to thread the damn thing. I saw what I did wrong. Went to the sewing studio, threaded it in under 30 minutes. It works.
Whew. Now I can use it. Today that shirt will be made manifest. It will exist. I hope I don’t get frustrated sewing it since I haven’t made anything in 3 years. If I do, I’ll stop. I hate frustration with anything.
I can always buy a velour knit t-shirt …….. much cheaper than I can make one. So there.