Out OUT dang stitch!

When I was pregnant with the twins nesting took the form of sewing things. Not that I knew how to sew or even had any supplies, but hey some ladies eat soap...I sewed. My mom got me started with her sewing machine, teaching me the lay of the land and getting me started. As what I wanted to sew was pretty basic I was soon on my merry way. Soon however I realized that all sewing machines are NOT created equal...and my mother's machine happens to be one of the crabby-est, most cantankerous, make saintly old grandmas swear kind of ordeal. Think of sewing too fast...the thread breaks. Think of sewing and not paying the strictest attention...and not giving the machine a compliment first - the bobbin gets 'take-the-whole-friggin-machine-apart' jammed! I have been more likely to cuss at this machine than any of my children...and have I mentioned...I have a 2 year old, an age that inherently inspires cussing. I am so ready to try out the machine that was given to me by a friend at church. It has apparently been in use for 20 years...most people might be put off by it being that old...me, I figure to put up with it 20 years it has to be better than what my mom has, otherwise the previous owner would have died of high blood pressure! You don't believe me? Lets just say...if my Dr. had taken my blood pressure this morning...I would have been put on bed rest! The source of my frustrations? An innocent little tag blanket...for baby shower...could there be a better cause(honestly yes...but not much better =)














It looks so innocent...














The sewing machine apparently took issue with me sewing a piece of fabric on the back. That was not the first fit it threw for this little project, but it was the last straw for me today...temperamental piece of metal!