I thought there was going to be an instant, long lasting connection and friendship but right now I'm not feeling the love.
And not only are we not friends, there has been some serious disloyalty by ones I call my own.
What you must know about my complicated friend here is that the secret is all in the threading. And the threading is so complicated even an instruction manual translated from German can't make me understand.
After about an hour of trial and error I finally got it threaded "the easy way" (which is done by tying the threads to the ones all ready put in place by the factory and pulling the new ones through, which you don't really care about, I know) Then when it comes time to replace the thread you just tie it on again.
But beware of "the hard way". Even if just one of the 4 threads comes undone, you have to take them all out and rethread all 4 in a presice order, with all sorts of little tools, through small, hard to reach holes, in German.
So basically the secret is to never let it come unthreaded. Or else.
Now I will escort you on a short tour.
A tour I just went on myself, not knowing as I was taking the pictures just where I would end up.
From the serger at the front of the house, we follow the errant thread as it knots itself around the doorknob to the room,
travels out the door where even Sophie is perplexed,
down the hall,
Around the counter and into the kitchen,
through the kitchen and around Ava's chair,
around the table and past Luke's chair and an old piece of tortilla,
into the family room and by the Little People Farm,
where it ends undramatically in the door way of my bedroom.
And that is why I must throw up the white flag, swallow my pride, and take a class on how to use the serger. Because, oh yeah, I forgot to mention that even after I finally got it threaded correctly (i think), I still couldn't make it sew.
I just hate the fact that I have an actual brain that works pretty well and functions independently, and problem solves, yet there I stand completely defenseless against an inanimate object which is supposed to be doing my bidding and pleasure! I have a brain! It doesn't!
I have no one to blame except myself really. Well, me and this big eyed, booger nosed, serger accomplice.
7 comments:
I would take the accomplice over that trouble making serger any day!!
the envy that has been eating at me the past few days is slowly dying :) It's a well-known fact that the threading of that machine is the hardest part, but i had no idea it could drive a master-mind like you to take a whole class on it!!
So, maybe i'll stop telling reid that I absolutely HAVE to have a serger since you got one, and i'll just stick with my zig-zag stich on the raw edge of everything i sew--even though it looks cheap and comes unraveled :)
Good luck with your new best frenemy...and please do keep us posted on any updates with this machine--i think about it often :)
AAAH, the pleasures of life in the Mom lane!
Oh, I wish I were there. I know we could figure it out together. But don't give up. You can conquer this machine.
Ohh I know thw class will be worth it. The one time I had a serger it was a loner from a friend who had worked for years in the costume department at the university. She had three and usually only two working at once because they were such persnickity creatures. She would just put into use which ever ones had the least time consuming thing wrong with it. She could fix them all she just hated that they were so demanding. I do love their work thoough. Kieran had the cutest clothes and coat then.
Call Sis. Higgs! She is the sewing master and I'm sure she would love to come over and give you a private lesson. She used to do classes at the church and they were VERY helpful. You must have a bigger brain than mine, because I can't even make sense of a simple sewing pattern.
Have fun with this machine! I am jealous. I would love to have one. You conquer it and then let me know how it works.
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