Serger love

Four spools are better;
My poor old sewing machine
Races to catch up.

I always find it so difficult to buy a significant piece of hardware. I do research, and fret, and do more research, and agonize over the inevitable conflicting opinions of reviewers. The internet is both a curse and a blessing in that you have access to a phenomenal amount of information but you must apply your own filter. Do you weigh the review of an unpaid unsolicited consumer the same as an obviously biased vendor opinion? One is more raw and honest, the other more informed. I keep cramming my head with more and more information. This doesn't even get me to the part where I wonder who will have the best price.

After a few weeks of research and no small amount of nail biting, I figured it out. The actual procurement process took a half hour. One moment: I had no serger of my own. I chatted a bit, handed over money, and suddenly was walking out of JoAnn's with a machine in my arms. It came with no carrying case and I looked remarkably like a looter. Charlie carried a little bag with the accessories and we made our break for it.


Last night I hooked it up and loaded in pink, orange, brown, and white thread. All the better to judge your tensions with, my dear! Sample pieces stitched up without me even having to adjust a thing. To celebrate I made a pair of pants for my favorite running boy. No pictures yet (too dark.... must wait for natural light) but they feature stretchy ankle cuffs and pockets that Run All The Way Down To The Bottom. Hopefully he will not look like m.c. hammer.

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Eggs laid in the coop today: 1 (Ursula is hiding hers, or taking a few days off)
Eggs found in the woods today: 0
Eggs in the woods I am not looking forward to finding after our several-day heat wave: unknown