I drove past the school and had a little wail. I don’t want to go back yet!
Though this happens every holidays. Once I’m back at work I love it.
It made him run a lot smoother, but the thread kept breaking anyway, despite adjustments for tension. His, not mine.
David2 was here alone with me this weekend. He wandered past at about 1 when I was wrestling with the machine. Jokingly I said to him, “Remind me again why I took up this hobby?”
He grinned and kept going.
Three hours later he walked by again and stood as I swore viciously at the machine, the cotton and the world in general.
“Mum, why did you start this hobby?”
“Because I’m having a bloody good time!” I said. “Isn’t it obvious?!?”
I soldiered on anyway, until the thread finally finished and I started a new reel. Things went a lot better then. It still took a whole day to finish a half day job though, but at least it’s done. I’ll make and attach the binding today and then quietly do the handsewing over this week.
Haven’t started any more knitting, though the humungously big needles needed for the French Press Slippers are sitting on the table beside the sewing machine. I have to knit with three strands of wool, so that’s a little intimidating. I might start a new quilt instead… I still have 3 days…