I am literally nine inches away from finishing my quilt. Well, nine inches of machine stitching. Then about 19 feet of hand-slip-stitching the binding to the back of the quilt.
I bought my sewing machine on Craigslist a few months ago, figuring $35 was enough to spend on yet another hobby I was just starting. It works, although it’s a little janky. I nicknamed it “BoJangles” as it’s not the smoothest running machine. On my first night at quilting class, I began to sew and the instructor practically yelled from across the room, “Wait a minute! There is something wrong with your machine!” She came over, inspected the stitches and the mechanisms, and said, “Oh. Never mind. Guess you just have a noisy one.”
It clangs and bangs along, sounding more like an old locomotive than anything else. And every so often, it breaks a few sewing needles. I’ve broken 10 sewing needles this month. Sometimes the timing goes off for no apparent reason, and then once I adjust it, it works fine again for a while.
Nine inches away from completion, and BoJangles has had enough. Or I’ve had enough of him. Tay suggested taking it in for a tune-up. That will probably cost me more than I paid for the machine.
I have a few other projects I’d like to complete before the end of the month… so I guess my only option right now is to have it serviced since buying a new one is currently out of the question. But you can bet that this year, I’m asking Santa for a new sewing machine.