Well, there has been a lot of talk – on my part – about this silly sewing machine. It was a gift from my mom for Christmas 2 1/2 years ago, and I confess that there is some strange emotion wrapped up in that. But also, I really do want to learn how to use the thing, and I promised myself that I would do so before the baby comes.
So this morning Johnny fetched it out of the attic, and I went and bought thread, and… opened the box.
Open at last!
Well, it turns out that I could use it – in fact I even sewed a few admirably straight lines! But the connection between the machine and the foot pedal that controls the actual sewing part is spotty, and I need to get a new foot pedal. (I *could* have taken it back, but it’s been years and I think the warranty has well and fully expired. How’s that for shooting yourself in the foot pedal?)
More sewing updates to follow.
Not to be outdone, Johnny decided that despite the Vancouver rain, he was going to embark on a project that makes my sewing machine adventures look like child’s play. Why make a pillow when you can tear the house apart? So that’s exactly what he did. (Don’t blame it all on Johnny; his buddy Dalyn was in on it too.)
They didn’t finish the project as they ran out of light, but made significant moves in that direction. Apparently the new siding will go up during the next phase of construction.
After that, the other end of the house needs some siding repairs, and then the paint guy will come to do his thing! Goodbye beige!
My oh my, if we’re not careful, WE might become those kinds of people I mentioned before who renovate their houses on the weekends for fun and hem their own pants!
On second thoughts… probably not.