I was sewing like the wind all day yesterday. Baby was pretty good and took two long naps (thank the powers that be, she is finally feeling better now that I am off dairy totally and she will actually nap!). I think it might have been my most productive sewing day ever. I cut out a ton of stuff, sewed a few odds and ends cloth diapers, reworked a pattern or three, cut and serged 80 Burley knit terry wipes with rainbow stitching and serged 32 pail liners (still need to get the elastic on them, but that much closer to finishing). Trying to gear up for the January sales boost and make it possible to walk in my sewing room.
I am on a mission to get rid of every scrap of fabric in the house before I am allowed to buy more (ok, kinda). I had 8 pail liners to serge in that stack (with another stack of 20 cut out pail liners I had planned to sew today). I wanted to get to an even 40 serged for the day before I moved onto a more creative project). Suddenly tail of the gusset got caught in the serger and broke both needles. I have at least 100 sewing machine needles and NOT ONE serger needle in the house. The other serger uses regular sewing machine needles, only this one machine has to be different. I tried to buy needles last month when I got the machine fixed, but the repair shop wasn’t sure which needles I ought to buy so I planned to look it up and pick them up later. But, these days I don’t leave the house much. Trust me to break the last two needles on one of the few days when all the fabric stores are closed.
Sure, it is Christmas, but the baby is sleeping again and James is doing his own thing, my family is not coming over until Sunday. Why not give myself the gift of some completed work?
Sure, I COULD use the sewing machine or the other serger to do something else, but I WANT to use the serger that is threaded with white thread, not the colored thread one. (Heaven knows I am NOT gonna rethread a serger on Christmas Eve!) So, like a junkie, I was sorting through my massively cluttered sewing room last night desperate for the last two used needles that I am pretty sure I did not toss. My husband muttered something about me going through trash looking for used needles. Is it so wrong to want my fix?
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