Cold Day
It might have been a cold day, but there was some heat building in the studio.
There is much to be said for resilience. It does not happen often, but then once in a blue moon is often enough. The sewing machine bucked and bucked and bucked. I finally decided to take it apart down to the last straw. The first thing I did was to raise the sewing machine table so it was eye level. One part after another was set aside. Out came the bobbin and I rethreaded it. Off came the throat plate and with it a stray thread was found. Out came the magnetic hook and while it was out I oiled it. With my mini LED light I looked behind the hook area. In the depth of the chase that the hook sat on, I spied several threads.
At a gun show that I attended with Dennis decades ago in Iowa, I purchased some used metal tools that were akin to the fine dental hooks that a dentist would use to pick around the base of teeth. That metal hook was fine enough that I could get down and in that narrow track and hook out those stray threads.
As I didn’t know if I had found the problem, I went ahead and cleaned the cutters that usually automatically cut the thread when thread colors change. With a new needle put in, I was going to give it a try.
I did have success in going forward with some stitching. It pays to be resilient as there is no one else about and I surely can’t be running to Bird Island which is 60 miles away for a not-so-quick fix.
I think Dennis might have seen the smoke coming from the studio and he had offered to make supper. It is one of his comfort food suppers: canned stew over instant mashed potatoes and a can of cranberries. I will joyfully take it.
Dennis did brave the cold today to go out to the clinic. He had to have a covid test three days prior to surgery this Friday. He was thankful to get back home.