I'm still loving the machine delle sent me! It's sturdy enough to withstand my abuses and generous enough to forgive my manifold sins and wickedness
I have a poor attention span and a tendency to impulsiveness, so I really
suck at reading instruction manuals when there's a shiny new toy making come-hither eyes at me. I tend, instead, to use such a manual as a troubleshooting reference. As a result, I have had to learn the hard way things like:
- Don't mess with the bobbin tension without a good reason
- The thickest thread isn't always the best. (I may have a latent Y chromosome...)
- Very few problems are best solved by brute force; usually, it's best to go back and read the manual.
- Unexpected loud noises usually indicate that you're doing something wrong.
Anyways, despite a scary moment where I thought I might have actually killed it (I opened the bottom, and the guts fell out onto the table
, we've kissed and made up, and we're very much in love again.
My third and current project is a tutu. Basically, I'm following Ratty's idea of threading strips of fabric through the grommet-holes in one of those holey belts. I found a crapload of cheap fabric at a thrift store -- an entire bolt of mint-green tulle, and another of teal/aquamarine/whateverthefuckyoucallthiscolour organza for $6 each -- plus a holey belt in my size for $1. While it's a no-sew pattern in principle, I've learned that organza is a moopy bitch, and needs to be forcefully hemmed. I've got to make 16 strips of organza, one bolt-width long, hemmed up both sides. I've just finished #8. Yay me!
The result is going to be the giantest, poofiest tutu ever -- tea-length, twice as wide as me (you'll see me coming from far away), bluey-green, sheer, shimmery... I'm satisfying my inner 4-year-old who signed up for ballet classes and was horribly disappointed to find that tutus were not part of the bargain. But I'm going to have to butch it up somehow if I'm to be at all comfortable in the thing. I'm thinking of cutting up an old jean jacket and making a shrug to pair with it. Something like this, without the horrific "CockSParrer"
logo. Or the studs, probably.
If you want drama to stop following you everywhere, try letting go of the leash.