Sometimes my posts just write themselves. Today, I decided to embark upon my first sewing project ever. I’ve done little bits of projects before but while under close supervision so this is a huge step for me. The day I cut my own fabric. With my dull scissors that I usually cut up chicken with. It was hard, but I did it. (note to self: add scissors to the shopping list) I got all my fabric cut and ready, got my sewing machine set up, smiled with smug satisfaction and my craft-esque-ness and pressed my foot to the pedal.
10 seconds later I was cursing, threads caught everywhere, a crooked mess. The machine was jammed. I *respectfully and non-annoyingly* called for Ben to come fix the machine and he spent the next 30 minutes taking it apart and repairing it. Finally it was working!
…aaaand then he tried to sew backwards- just to see if he could- and broke the needle…