all i wanted to do was come from work this evening and sew. that's it. simple enough. i've got pixie rolls to work on. i've got a table runner to make. and kitchen curtains to finish up. projects that don't involve paper. or glue. or my computer.
i sit down, i thread my machine, i pin the fabric, and lower the foot. i gently press the pedal with my bare foot. what happened next is a mystery. if my sewing machine could indeed let out a shriek of agony, i know what i would sound like. so, after doing everything i knew to try, i gave up.
and now i'm sitting on the couch, pouting.