The Warmth
The warmth of the sun cannot be denied. Each day of natural warmth is a blessing.
I didn’t visit the studio first thing this morning. I needed to read more about the gummed up situation I had yesterday, a simple stitch-out that took me five hours. Bernina Jeff is an older fellow in Colorado that works in a quilt-shop, multi machine sales floor. He knows his stuff and I like his YouTubes. The neat thing about YouTubes is that when a specific question is asked, it takes you to the resolution without reading through pages of information.
Yesterday as I was stitching, all had gone well for half of the project. Then . . . every few seconds the bobbin error message would stop the sewing machine. I knew there was no mechanical reason for it, so I would push the error button and then push the stitch button. This went on for the remainder of the project. Grr.
Within my sewing machine are many options for using the machine. After all these years, I have only touched a minimum of what is possible. There is a sensor that will light-up telling me I am about to run out of bobbin thread, the error message. This is to eliminate being into a project that you would not like to have interrupted loosing a place that would mar the outcome having to begin anew.
Bernina Jeff councils that if I know, I have cleaned everything and anything that is not wanted, re-threaded, put in a new needle whether you need it or not, I can go into the machine’s “setup.” First things first, make sure the tiny LED light’s message that the bobbin is clear of any fuzz. Then I can poke the icon of a wrench. I then poke the “eye ball.” This will allow me to shut off the eye ball option of knowing and the machine “seeing” when I am going to run out of bobbin thread. This shut-off is ideal if the magnetic silver on the bottom of the bobbin is not able to send clear messages.
After all that, I went down into the studio and did as instructed. I repeated the stitch-out of yesterday. I completed the same design in under two hours. I don’t know if that bobbin’s magnetic silver covering was to blame. I will try to re-engage the eye ball and see what happens.
This wonder of wonder of a sewing machine has taught me a lot. Mostly patience.
I am a curious stitcher and a patient stitcher. My world would be oh so small if I were not.
This evening we will be having the remainder of the tuna oven dish of Monday night. Last night the bean and ham soup hit the spot.
With that I will take my leave. ♥