CUSHIONS... of doom
Ok, emo ranty the day before. Yesterday I was learning to sew straight lines. Yay. Cept that machine... is and an evil being hungering to stab my stubby fingers. ; __ ;
I kinda figured out that I'm an adrenaline junkie... if I could afford it, and well, let me tell you, nothing gives you a rush like an antique Pfaff. The build up of electricity, the ZWOOAW as it powers it's innards up. The feeling when you push on the pedal, a little harder, a little harder and BAM it nearly chews off your finger. Ah yes, nothing soothes the nerves like hearing me sew, screaming and hysterically giggling through a self inflicted tourture.
And yes, all my fingers are still intact.. BOO YA!