My sewing machine broke. You read that correctly. My freakin’ sewing machine locked up on me right smack dab in the middle of sewing a totebag handle. Mid-stitch. And I am not happy about it. Not. Happy. At. All.
It’s not any of the normal problems. The thread isn’t knotted up. The fabric didn’t get stuck in some crevice it wasn’t supposed to be in. Some gear thingy (I’m pretty sure that’s the official name) completely jammed up, and I don’t know how to fix it. Alex even took out his trusty screwdriver and flashlight to see what the problem was, but he was afraid that he’d do more damage if he kept removing random screws, so he stepped aside.
I’ve found a sewing machine repair place online that’s located a few miles from my office, so I’ll bring it over on my lunch break tomorrow. The timing could not be worse. I’m trying to open the Etsy store, I bought a bunch of fabric for some messenger bags and totebags today, I was feeling ridiculously inspired this evening, I had my own little Henry Ford-esque factory line thing going, and then…oh, you know the rest.
On a positive note, I got a lot of cutting and ironing done tonight.
Here’s an adorable picture of Quinn to cheer you (okay, me) up.
Do you see those giant, clunky claws on his back paw? What’s up with that?! Do your cat’s claws look like that?