I never met a sewing machine that hated me as much as my mom's does.
First there were the usual shenanigans with the bobbin winder (WHY does it always get itself into a position where the thread ends up winding round the spindle?) Then the thread kept breaking while I was zigzaggin/fake serging the hems. I fiddled with the stitch length and tension to no avail. And then the presser foot fell off. As I was trying to take off the foot attachment to see how to put it back, the damn thing fell into the bobbin hatch and slid INTO the machine's innards. I spent about ten minutes shaking the upside-down machine trying to get that little bastard out.^^;
Anyway. I finished Ichigo's yukata.
i even did the center seam! *chuffed*
but... as I was tying the obi, a very small voice said, "um, I know you spent all afternoon on this and fought the evil possessed sewing machine and stuff, but... I don't think this really suits me." And i looked at him, and he looked at me, and we both looked at the pattern, and we both went ^^;;; darnit Ichigo, when you're right, you're right. He does know best what he looks good in, anyway...