Thursday, May 25, 2017

Don't pay the ransom...I've escaped...

For a few minutes. I've miss you all so much. I haven't touched a ravioli since I made my tassel in the last post. Work is being all encompassing. It may be about over.

So this is how I am after work being work and in the middle of everything...moving my office.

I'm bathed in sunshine, and a little wilted. OK, I'm a lot wilted, but keeping upright. 
 I'm holding hope in my heart that I'll even get to sew one ravioli this weekend.

And just imagine the treasures I'll get to enjoy when I get to read all your blog entries.

Aloha, and I hope life is treating you well.

Hunter

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Dear sewing machine diary...




Lizzy, I put the other foot back on and no more clunking.

I was minding my own business trying to make another little group of ravioli.

I found out just how handy a seam ripper can be when the bobbin thread somehow raps around the bobbin.

Or, at least, that's what it looked like.

Look! I made a pom pom (tassel) mess.

I miss you all.

And for some reason, the text of my blog post turned blue. Except for this note about the text turning blue. Sigh.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

The Universe, fate, or whatever can (verb) itself...

And along those lines, I sat down at the sewing machine to put a few ravioli together. I thought I could simply not breathe another moment if I didn't create something. Something that no one could take away from me or criticize or try to change.

Here were the rules and the instructions to the Universe. There were:

None. Zero. Not a one. Zilch. Less than one. None.

No matter what the sewing machine did or does. (See the previous post.)

The same color can land next to itself or not.

The seams can match up or not.

Many, if not most things lately, I have had to accept that I don't or can't control them.

The Ravioli Quilt isn't one of them.

Witness the truth of it:

I love it. Every single stitch. Every crooked seam. The two little matching squares sitting side-by-side.

I'm even over the occasional clunk the machine makes when I sew a little too fast. (Although I will admit, I keep expecting to break another needle. I can't figure out what's hitting what, but the dear machine I have named Turtle sews on.)

I guess her name is Turtle because she and I stitch slowly along. We're a little slow, but we don't stop. We keep moving forward. No matter what.

Peace and love.

Oh, and does your machine have a name?






Dear Sewing Machine Diary

After several weeks of things that kept me away from the ravioli, I went upstairs and made 10 of the little darlings.

Then I decided I was going to change to the 1/4 inch piecing foot.

Changing feet is one of those things that very easy once you know how to do it. I figured it out and was pretty pleased with myself...until I started to sew.

The sound of a sewing machine needle breaking is an interesting sound. Not at all like I expected.

So I brought out the package of needles that the fabric store sold me. I couldn't get them to go into the sewing machine needle spot and stay in. I knew I had seen a small thing of needles in with all the attachments that came with my Brother 65. Here's what I bought and here's what I had.
A needle from the old pack fit right in. I can't see a difference in the two needles, but I swear, one works and one doesn't.

I looked and looked and found a post to an old Brother forum that said these needles will fit a Brother 65.
So while I was pondering the whole needle thing, I put in one of the "green package" needles (that has a red head if that's important). I slowly peeked while I lowered the needle and sure enough, the needle would have hit the foot if I'd slammed it down.

To make a long story short, I finally figured out that I had to move the needle over. Another fun adventure of finding out which wheel moved the needle over. (Yes, I did have the manual. Yes, it's not bad when you actually know what you're looking for.)

Now I'm a little over sewing. I'm still pondering if the needles at Amazon will work. And I'm still puzzling why "universal" needles may not be so universal.

At least I actually got 10 ravioli made. And I should be able to string a few of them together. (I just couldn't wait until all the ravioli were done to start seeing a little progress...hence the 1/4 inch piecing foot.)

A short word about my absence.

Life seems to choose to make it's most interesting twists when we're happily making plans and thinking we're almost in control. At least that's what a friend and I decided over tea.

And life happened all over the place in the last few weeks.

I thank you for your notes of love and concern. This blog remains a stress free zone, so only pleasant thoughts here. I can hardly wait to treat myself tonight by catching up on what you've all been doing.

I'll be reading even though I still might not be posting much.

Know I'm thinking about you.