I saw a sewing blog post this morning with this leading question as the title: What is your Achilles Heel of sewing? But when I read the post, the content had nothing to do with the title, as far as I could see. But that’s the way these last couple of days have been for me. I checked, and Mercury is not in retrograde at the moment. Nevertheless, things are going slow, not at all, or incredibly botched-up.
I wanted to do something new in the sewing category, so I dragged out a twin needle from the stash to do some topstitching and hemming on this pair of Jalie yoga shorts, as the pattern directs. Turned out to be quite a learning curve. The fabrics used are two-way stretch performance remnants.
I looked in the manual that came with the machine, and threaded the two spools as directed. One spool had red Gutermann thread, the other had a brick-red color polyester thread, a pricey thread that I ordered online from Superior Threads. Got the double-thread seam going for a while, then the Superior thread kept disappearing. Upon investigation, it was apparently shredding up into a fuzzy ball inside the thread path of the machine. Changed to a red rayon Robison-Anton thread. That’s when the bird-nesting marathon began. Needle-less to say, I had to re-thread every time an undesirable seam was sewn, and go through lots of picking and clipping. Grrrr. I switched to an extra-wide twin needle. Bad idea! The seam pulled the two rows of stitching together with a big loopy pucker in between. More seam-ripping ensued. So finally I got an inkling: maybe there’s a setting for twin-needle sewing on this machine, even though I didn’t see a word about it in the manual.
Et voilá! There was.
Even so, with machine on the special setting, it didn’t go completely well forever after. I still had to thread and re-thread, and there were other glitches as well.
The poor cat had his thyroid burned out with radioactive iodine, and he hasn’t been himself. Or maybe he’s been a crazed, geriatric version of himself, with advanced dementia. He’s been staggering around the house moaning and wailing LOUDLY at every door, and he will only lap broth from cat food and ignore the solid food completely. We got him some meat-flavored baby food, like the vet suggested, and he took a few slurps of that and then he was done. Next try: canned fish stock at $3.50 a pop. I hope we don’t end up having to give it to him through an IV!
Finally finished the shorts, but I feel I must make another pair that is better. Not sure how the fabric will hold up with so many needle holes in it from stitching and restitching with double the number of needle!
Grayzie in his new favorite place to nap.