Cleaning and oiling
This weekend was more cleaning around the house. I've gotten into some tough projects the last couple weeks; the things I put off and off and off until the stars line up just right and I'm in just the right mood.
I spend so much time sewing that I forget to take care of my machines. I'd been oiling the hook race and cleaning out the bobbin case area but that was about it and it was time to take them apart and do some deep cleaning. When I was making the bedspread, I used some upholstery thread, to make it stronger (I thought). Anyway, it didn't, but in trying to use it, I'd gotten the tension on both machines all out of whack, so I had to set the tension on them both. That's my second least favorite sewing machine repair. My most least favorite is adjusting the timing, which I'm so afraid to touch that it makes me a more careful sewer lest I hit a pin and throw the timing off.
The Bernini 930 is ready to quilt something. This is my quilting machine and almost all my quilts have been quilted on it. It's a machine from the mid 80's but I'm pretty sure that if I keep it oiled, it will outlive me. It runs almost silent and makes a really nice buttonhole. I consider it one of my best friends.
This is the Singer 401. This is what I use for piecing and other sewing. After I messed up the tension on the Bernini, I finished the things for the bedroom on this machine and am looking forward to making a set of drapes for the studio with it. This is a great machine and the only thing I wish it would do is needle down. I have to turn the hand wheel or work the foot pedal just right to get it to stop needle down. But, it compensates by being easy to use and clean. This machine belonged to a friend's mother and had a lot of miles on it. When she passed, the family offered it to me. I own a lot of vintage machines and this is one of the best, hands down. I've seen several of these at Goodwill and wish I could have rescued them all. (The Singer 301 is stiff competition. It's not quite as strong, but it's light and portable or can be mounted in a cabinet.)
This weekend was all about cleaning up the studio between projects. I had made or remade 4 shirts and everything for the bedroom, and even though I'd been pretty rigorously picking up behind myself, the pile of neatly folded scraps and ironing boards and box of thread and then all the stuff I just walked by and sat down on a sewing machine because it was convenient...don't make that face, you've done it too. Anyway, like all good cleaning projects, it resulted in a donation box, which is always a good thing.
I had a 4th covid booster and my flu shot on Friday. While I didn't feel bad, I didn't have any energy, so Saturday was a great day for sitting on the floor going through stuff. And, I came across all the school supplies I bought when I was teaching quilting and realized I already had 100 mechanical pencils, so the box of 100 more wasn't really going to be much use. And, I found the very last remaining felt tip pen in the world. And, it still writes. I'm thinking eBay.
Anyway, even tho I cleaned up, my studio is not a pic I'm willing to share, so today is mostly plants. These rain lilies came up last week. They're not very tall and they don't last long. The next door neighbors gave them to me when they dug them out of their yard. I love having them and they make a great statement right now when blooms are sparse.
The lemonade lantana. Not sure what's up with this one. It's never done well here because of shade. We had the tree cut down last year so I expected it to try to take over the space, but it's still compact. At least it's blooming, right? And, maybe it's supposed to be compact?
After sewing for a week and then being deposed again on Wednesday, I really needed some down time. Rob's work has been stressful and he needed it too, so when he suggested that we go on a road trip for some antique shopping and lunch, I was all in. The forecast was rain all day and we both love to drive in the country in the rain.
It didn't rain, but there were some beautiful cloud formations.