The sewing machine is probably one of the most frustrating appliances I've ever dealt with.
All I wanted to do today was to sew a zipper on to a dress. JUST A ZIPPER. Should be easy, right? Nope. First of all, the last time I handled a sewing machine was in my eighth grade home economics class, and I'm pretty sure my teacher mentally murdered me after I broke three of the devil machines. I swear that I was doing everything that she taught me to do! I just have a complicated relationships with those things.
Hence, tonight's four-hour adventure with the zipper and the sewing machine.
Well, it wasn't so much an adventure as it was me trying to keep myself from screaming profanities.
"DAMN YOU, MACHINE!"
"Thread the bobbin. Thread the bobbin. THREAD THE @*$%&@*# BOBBIN!!"
"Zipper foot? What's a zipper foot, and where is it?!"
*Hysterical Crying*
"Um, Dad? Let's have some bonding time...while you help me figure out how to use this thing."
"WHY ARE YOU STILL NOT WORKING?!"
*Taking a break to eat a giant bowl of ice cream*
"DIE! DIE!!!!!!" *Jules grabs a sledge hammer and smashes the demon* MWHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Okay. I made that last part up.
No worries, though. I conquered the beast, and now my dress has a zipper! And, oddly enough, I have this urge to take up sewing.... I need to get my head examined.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Go back to the depths from which you came, foul beast!
Posted by Jules at 9:02 PM
Labels: Arts and Crafts, Ranting Tantrums, Things that Bother Me
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4 comments:
I love sewing - hate sewing machines. And especially hate sewing zippers. I think mine has survived a few curse words as well.
I'm so glad I'm not the only one, Kim. :-)
Between reading this blog post and the visit from my roommate that I just received, I cough-laughed more than I have all week!
I feel your pain. Mom always said she thought the sewing gene skips a generation. She was wrong. I didn't get it, either.
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