Oooooh! Mum and I did have one really satisfying afternoon at the sewing machine last week – but it didn’t involve any sewing. No, after trying to sew some birdhouses together (egads! don’t ask!) and finding that not only did my machine sound like a world war one machine gun, but it was no longer producing stitches – only dangly loops, Mum and I pulled the lower part of the machine apart and ventured where no man or woman had ever been before, armed only with a pair of long nose tweezers.
God it was good! We actually fought over who was going to pull that amazingly huge and fabulous bit of fluff from the newly discovered lode. Me! No me! Give me the tweezers, they’re mine after all! Well it’s my machine!
A wee bit hard to get the bobbin case apart at first – we were afraid of snapping things – but then followed a marvellous 2 hours of removing enough felted fluff to fill a mattress!
Well maybe just a pincushion :-) but I cannot BELIEVE all this stuff fitted into my bobbin case and my sewing machine still worked – well only kind of. Poor sewing machine!
There was even this weird anty stuff – it fell out of the back. We couldn’t tell whether it was dust, dirt, eggs or something ever yuckier! This is Queensland after all – you never can tell!
And guess what! We even managed to re-assemble the bobbin case and now the machine is humming smoothly and making lovely even stitches. They’re even the right length now!
Do you think there might be something in this having your machine serviced stuff?