Shit’s bananas.
(I miss fresh bananas.)
For the last half year or so progress has been slow on everything I’m working on – a few things are nearing completion but not nearly enough to warrant mention.
Instead I’ve been sewing masks.
And more masks.
And more masks.
I hate that I have to sew masks – I hate what our country has become and the vile creature at the helm.
Public health is everyone’s business and everyone needs to do their part, but not like this…
The actual making of masks has been good though – I’ve got a system down and it’s easier to make a bunch rather than one – I’m plowing through my stash – and the big surprising bonus is that I learned something incredibly useful about my machine/s.
There is such a thing as a bad bobbin.
Unfortunately, the only bobbin that works well is the vintage one that came with the machine/s so I have to stop and fill it often rather than gather a troop beforehand.
And cheap machine needles aren’t worth the time – there’s a reason why they ended up at the thrift store.
So at some point when I’m not trying to get my money refunded from a toilet paper scam, washing groceries, planting a full garden, and not dying from the plague, I’ll get back to some old sewing projects – now that I know it’s the goddamn bobbin and not a tension issue…
ASTITCHMATISM 