I am trying to assign a task for myself to do every day, from my list of things to accomplish for the different months of the year. This month, one of them is to…cough, cough, finish the crooked fabulous piece of heirloom quilt. I have assigned Tuesdays to work on it. No particular reason. I guess last Tuesday I ran out of things to clean and then looked at the bag with all the stuff for the now very famous crooked quilt, and decided, Tuesdays will be good to attack this task.
So today I plunged into it even before lunch. I took things out of the bag, and noticed that I have to put together the two sheets that are supposed to be the back of the CQ (you know, crooked quilt). I played with the idea of hand sewing the two of them together, but then I thought that a hundred years from now, my humble hand sewing attempt was going to look embarrassing, all undone and probably Milagros will never unfold the CQ. To remedy that I went upstairs and took out my one and only… sewing machine!!
This is the background story of my sewing machine. When Ron and I moved into this house in 2006 we were looking for some curtains for our tall windows. Couldn’t find any we liked. So we went to a fabric store and had a quote for them to make the curtains for two windows, and the price was pretty high. Me, being the thrifty person that I have always been, quickly calculated with my ever awaken neurons that we could purchase a sewing machine, I could do the curtains, and then still have the mechanical apparatus forever. I will not go into the stories that developed while I was trying to make the curtains, thanks God the fabric had stripes, so all I had to do was follow the lines, but I will think it twice before opening my mouth so promptly again. Anyways, the curtains shown above are the ones I made. We really liked them and I really feel very proud now when my realtor tells everybody I made them. Come to think of it, do you think that’s why the house hasn’t sold. Hummmmm…
So today, I took out the machine, proceeded to set it up and forgot how to turn it on. Then I remembered there was a little light bulb involved so I thought that maybe a switch would do the trick. Right on the side, bingo! Then after sewing for a while, the thing that I was praying not to happen, happened. Bobbin ran out of thread!!!!
First, I tried the lazy way. To see if I could fake it and just do it taking a chance. No dice. Had to search for the Manual. Grateful I found it. After a few moments and trying a few times, finally it happened. The beautiful sound of a bobbin being fed. Life was good at that moment. I finished my task, put everything away, and proceeded to have my lunch. After doing the dishes, worked on the CQ for around 30 more minutes, folded it and put it back in the bag. No, as you can tell, this will not get done in February. Not too many days. Good excuse.
I try to keep busy every day, have this crazy demanding and hard to get along boss. Myself. I have tried for 62+ years to quit, but as of now, still working hard is the best way to keep her happy. Probably you are thinking I am losing my screws up there. No, I am ok. Always been a type A. I find that as long as I am busy, I don’t have time to be negative or have “la depre.” It works for me.
The title of today’s posting is the motto of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineering, adopted during WWII. Ron used to use it most of the time whenever he was approaching any task. Another lesson in the book of Ronisms.
Hope you’ll adopt it as needed.
Your Happy Contessa
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Amish do all of their quilting by hand. No sewing machine.
A toast to the Amish! I am going to request for my next life to be an Amish, but right now, as I am, I am using my machine to speed up the process and make it last (crooked quilt) longer. The energizer Noury. Glad to hear from you. Welcome back!
I’d like to be Amish myself. They have about 85% of their many kids become Amish when they become adults. Nancy and I have spent a lot of time in their areas on our motor home travels.
I thought you were already practicing with letting your beard grow. Whatever happened to it? I too love the simplicity of the Amish people.