That post yesterday about things blooming here in Virginia? Well, where there's blooms, there's pollen. Even with my medication, I'm sneezing my head off this morning.
I finished my obligation stitching yesterday.
And even better won a wrestling match with my sewing machine last night.
I came, I saw, I conquered.
I can be extremely determined. But I have this hate/hate relationship with my sewing machine. It's about 20 years old. Just a slightly above basic Brother I bought at Service Merchandise (anyone else remember these stores fondly?) when it was on clearance. Someone had stolen the power cord and I ordered one from the company. I sold my very basic Singer at a yard sale and Brother and I embarked on a getting to know you tour. My determination and his basic stubbornness can sometimes clash. The offender.
Sometimes Brother seems to have a mind of his own. His tension adjustments can be mighty picky. And I end up with this big gob of thread underneath instead of a smooth line of stitching. Or some such mess.
Because we have a guild meeting today, I thought I'd try finishing my bargello piece into a frame weight.
And while the Bruins and Red Sox were both losing their respective games, I sewed a small pillow that I filled with BB's and fit that inside a slightly larger pillow that was the bargello piece. Let me tell you, trying to hand sew the opening closed on a piece that now weighs a couple of pounds was the real treat. All this and I only broke one sewing machine needle.
I'm pretty darn pleased with this. And now I'm going to make another one, but I think I'm putting this one on canvas tote from LL Bean.