Sunday, July 20, 2008

TV update and Handmade frustrations

We're doing pretty good! I mean, it's not like we cut all TV out of our diet, just the part that was super expensive. Our friends lent us some rabbit ears for a while, but we haven't really used them. The kids still watch movies and have found a new love for Baby Einstein. I am doing a lot more sewing and reading, but still indulge in 'Charmed' via Netflix. We did up our subscription from 3 dvd's at a time to 5. So we're always sure to have one movie and one tv show in the house at all times. That helps me wind down in the evenings after the kids go to bed. So, that's that!

I am almost finished with Chelsea's baby boy blanket. It's been a bit of an ordeal. First I started cutting the fabric out wrong, luckily, I had enough fabric to continue. Then I tried some 'psychic sewing'. I was going to write a whole post just about that because I really wanted a post with that title. Anyway, I kept forgetting to take it out of reverse before I started sewing again. It didn't go forward. It was really frustrating! I guess my Singer isn't psychic after all. She and I had a number of arguments, a war even. She gave me an anxiety attack and I was ready to throw her in the trash or at someone with enough patience to make her work for them. Then I was going to melt into a little puddle on the floor and sob because these kind of cheapy machines aren't really made to sew as much as I am sewing these days. The Husky dream machine costs a pretty penny, and I don't seem to have one of those. I tried to convince my husband that I deserve one of those suckers for my 30th Birthday that's coming up in a few weeks. He didn't appreciate it. LOL He is deathly afraid of my wanting things, because I seem to have a tendency to eventually, someway or another, get what I want. So he got to have an anxiety attack of his own. Great. Anyone want to come join us? Ha!

The point of my rant was to say that the tension on my machine was whacked out and left fun little yarn 'nests' on the back of this handsome 'construction' themed blanket for one of my best friends first baby. Grrr. I tried everything I could think of, and then called in reinforcements and tried everything they could think of. Some how we got things chilled out. After that, I broke my walking foot, and two needles.

I send my prayers out the Viking gods to send a Husky Girl to save me..

1 comment:

magiclaughter said...

Holy crap, he better love that damn blanket. I mean his first words better be "blanket" and not that mommy daddy crap. He better sleep, eat, and dream blanket. He better wear that blanket out and then carry around pieces of it in his wallet for the rest of his life. I, as his mother, will see to it, that his childhood memories will consist of being around/on/under/wrapped in that blanket at all times.

love!!