I'm almost done quilting my string quilt. But after 6 broken needles, countless thread breakages, and some skipped stitches, I decided something was wrong. Duh. I'm a little dense sometimes. Or maybe I just get in get-er-done mode and just trudge through no matter how many limbs I lose along the way.
I took my machine in and they said it was fixed. I brought it home and sewed 3 inches, and broke another needle. Um, yeah. I don't think it's fixed. So now the shop thinks its something I'm doing. Ok, I'm open. Whatever it takes to get the problem fixed, right? So I'm going in for a personal "watch over my shoulder to see what the heck "I'm doing" to break so many needles and all the other problems I'm having" with the shop owner tomorrow morning. I'm kind of thinking though, they're gonna find it's a problem with the timing on my machine. Just a wild and crazy guess!
So in the meantime, Houston, I have a problem.
I was happily stacking away, oblivious, until I turned around and took a second look. Seriously, it wouldn't look this way if my machine wasn't broken. Ok, maybe it would.
Have a great weekend!