My sewing machine pedal has been acting up and with 48 more block parts to go, I was freaking out a bit a bunch. 48 more block parts and 24 blocks to assemble....gah!
My sewing machine is old. I toy with the idea of replacing it when I have money again, but then I ask myself Why? I love my Pfaff. I would just end up getting another Pfaff and probably a lesser model. I've not taken very good care of it. It's never been serviced. M has fixed the cords a couple of time when dogs have chewed them. I've replaced the power card for the same reason. I can still wind bobbins, but I have to watch it and stop it from winding when it gets too full because a little piece is broken. I don't oil it enough.....
Saturday night I was trying to sew. I had to jimmy the foot pedal after every block and I was getting frustrated so I started stomping on it. Temper! M took it from me to try and fix it. It was touch and go for awhile, especially after a tiny piece fell on the floor and was lost for awhile. I started hyper-ventilating because I'm right in the middle of a project.
He's a genius, though, and fixed it.
It's moments like those when I think about....things. We can both be real poop heads to each other sometimes, but we still try and do nice things for each other every once and awhile.
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