I keep seeing a meme popping up on Facebook that says, â€œAny day spent sewing, is a good day.â€ And itâ€™s always in a cute picture that looks like someone took the time to embroider little spools of thread, a pincushion holding straight pins, a pair of scissors and a tape measure has been added that loops around and frames the picture.Â Like I said, itâ€™s really cute.
But while the first thought that pops into my head when I see that is, â€œHmmm, thatâ€™s cute,â€ the ones that immediately follow are, â€œReally? No, seriously, really?â€ and â€œEvery time youâ€™ve sat at your sewing machine, youâ€™ve had an excellent day?â€
There is no question that I love to sew. However, not every day turns out to be a good day. There are always those annoying little issues that pop up. I donâ€™t think I am the only person who runs into them, either.
Think about it. Surely Iâ€™m not the only person who has issues at times. It wasnâ€™t too long ago that I was making quilts for my grandkids for Christmas. I was at my sewing machine, sewing like there was no tomorrow. I had just finished using my quarter-inch foot and set my sewing machine up for a satin stitch. I pressed on the foot feed and cringed when I heard metal hitting metal. You guessed it: I had not changed the foot on my machine, and I broke my needle.
It was also my last needle. I would have sworn that I had dozens of packets stashed away. I should have had some in my sewing case. I thought I had some on the shelf by my sewing machine or at least a packet or two in the drawer of my sewing cabinet. But no, I was out. And the weird thing about that is that I could not convince myself that I was really out. Surely if I kept looking, I would find a packet. I didnâ€™t mind looking in the same spots, either. I blew more than an hour before I gave up and decided I would need to go shopping for needles.
While the day started out auspiciously enough, it wasnâ€™t what I would call a good day, even though I had spent it sewing. It just ended up being aggravating.
Then there are the days Iâ€™ve spent making half-square triangles using either Triangles on a Roll or Thangles, both wonderful products. When I use products such as those, you can bet the farm that I am making a lot of half-square triangles, like hundreds and hundreds of them. I sometimes forget to shorten my stitch length or donâ€™t shorten it enough and, when I start cutting them apart, my seam starts to separate. And I get to re-stitch those babies again, this time as single little units. Never a good day when that happens!
Iâ€™m always so grateful to get to the point where I am adding the borders to my quilt.Â It means Iâ€™m nearing the end of my project, and there is little left to do but sew long, straight seams. Much of the time, I donâ€™t even have any points to worry about matching. I pin a border in place and sew, being ever mindful of my quarter-inch seam allowance.Â I pull my pins as I go to avoid running over them and breaking my needle. It is only when I take it out from under the presser foot that I realize I have run out of bobbin thread. And I didnâ€™t run out close to the end of the seam, either. It was shortly after I began sewing that long, long length. Not fun, not fun at all!
Most of the time, I can chalk up a bad day of sewing to my own carelessness. But sometimes it will be caused by someone elseâ€™s bad math and directions. Oddly enough, when I run into that type of situation, I always blame myself. I must be doing something wrong. Perhaps I didnâ€™t cut piece A correctly, and thatâ€™s why it wonâ€™t match up to piece B. I will check and recheck my seam allowances and measure and re-measure the pieces Iâ€™ve cut. Then I start checking the pattern only to discover that the pattern maker could have put some, OK a lot, of effort into proofing her or his instructions.
I think I need to come up with my own meme. Maybe it should have a picture of two women gossiping and have a caption that says, â€œYou know she ran out of bobbin thread again!â€ Or I could draw a face on my seam ripper and caption it, â€œOne of my best friends, Jack the Ripper.â€
Whoa, I may be onto something here!