Funny how things have a way of packing up on you when you're working to a not-too-distant deadline. I have spent the morning working on D's birthday* present - after finally making a decision about it last night - only to come to a very rude halt a little while ago when Queenie the sewing machine just had a fit. I think something's become stuck in behind where the feed dogs are connected to the rest of the under carriage thingummy (oooh, impressed by my astounding grasp of technical jargon?) because although they keep going up and down as they should through the cycle of a stitch, there's no back and forth motion that feeds the fabric through. And no amount of cleaning it out or playing Macgyver has helped. So now I'm off to the Bernina centre with my fingers crossed that it's something so ridiculously easy they can do it on the spot. Because otherwise the mechanic isn't there until Thursday. And then the deadline is starting to get ridiculous. Eek.
*D is a leap year baby, so we'll be celebrating his *pretend* birthday on Sunday. It's a significant one though, of the half-century flavour. My old old man! ;)
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