I spent at least an hour of Christmas Eve watching Dillon torture poor ol' Bessie. I'll be honest, I was terrified the whole time.
It all started when I set up the sewing machine to stitch a little something up. It was meant to be a really quick project, 10 minutes max. The kind of thing that takes you longer to set up then it does to actually stitch. Upon hearing that I had not yet taken advantage of some of then fancy stitches I have, Dillon insisted upon showing me. Not that he knew how to do it really, but he'd been shown by the man he purchased it from. Gotta love him for trying! Admittedly, my hubby is a genius and a whiz with machinery so I trusted him. For some reason, after hearing about how crafty his Mom is, I just figured maybe he'd played around with one as a kid. It wasn't until after he'd started that he casually mentioned he'd never used a sewing machine before. Great.
This happened. A lot.
The end result. Lovely isn't it?
Needless to say, I never got around to stitching up that one little thing. Such is life. And I heard some noises that I don't think are good to be coming from a sewing machine. I'm hoping that it was just the thread that I had loaded in there in a pinch. I know, shame on me, cheap thread is the worst for ol' Bessie. I went to the craft store to get some nice, high quality thread and I'm hoping that makes her all better. I've been too frightened to fire her back up since then, but that's on my list for the beginning of this week. After all that Bessie has been through this holiday, I'm going to do something nice for her, I'm getting her some ink. I can't wait to pick up some paint pens and give her a tattoo!