One of my goals for Thanksgiving break was to get a little sewing done for Christmas. So when I sat down to make a ______ for _______ (Ssshhhh! It's a secret!), I was more than a little disappointed to find out my machine wasn't operating properly. At all.
I had just replaced the needle, made sure it was threaded properly (four times), etc. I couldn't find anything wrong with it. It just wouldn't sew right. So I took it in to the place I bought it. It's under warranty, and I figured I might as well. So I made the trek into town yesterday.
They were closed (grr!).
I went again this morning, walked in, and let Mr. Ed (the repair guy) know what was going on. He took the sewing machine and said, "Alrighty then. Let's take a look at what might be going on."
Mr. Ed's the nicest guy ever. He's old enough to be retired, I'm sure. But he's the repair man for his wife's sewing business. I think that's the cutest thing ever. :)
Anyway - he looked at it for what
may have been an entire fraction of a second, and said, "Well ... looks like your needle is in backwards."
I ran away, as far as I could, as fast as I could. Right out the front door.
Just kidding. But I wanted to!!
"I see you've got a Singer needle in there," he continued.
"Is that bad?" I asked.
"Well, typically, you can use Singer in a Viking machine. But they don't really make Singer needles like they used to."
"Ah. Good to know."
He quickly replaced the needle with a good one (and facing the right way!), tested it on some fabric, and
viola! It's fixed.
Honestly, I was relieved. I thought something horrible was wrong, because of the way it was performing. But I was a tad embarrassed too. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he thought it was quite humorous.
I told him thank you, and that I wanted to look around a little bit, and asked him to show me where the needles were for Viking machines. He graciously and kindly helped me. Not only did he show me where they were, but I got a quick lesson on which needles were good for what.
I chose a few packs, browsed through their fabric, checked out their scissors, and got in the check-out line. I was hoping I would get Mrs. Ed, because I wasn't sure how much more teasing my bruised ego could take, but no ... I got Mr. Ed.
"You ready to check out?"
"I am," I said, as I placed the needles on the counter.
He quickly scanned the items. "That comes to $11.10"
I handed him a twenty dollar bill, and said, "I think I might have the ten cents."
"Oh! I love it when that happens!"
We both laughed.
I said, "Yeah. It's the little things ......"
Long pause ....
"Like knowing which way a needle should face."
He laughed. Hard.
I laughed. A little.
I'm sew dorky.