Motoring
I am motoring right along this afternoon. Not so much this morning.
The sewing machine worked like a champ yesterday when I shut it down. This morning, I checked under the hood of the machine as if someone had visited and screwed everything up. There might be a dozen stitches and then the bobbin error came up. Hmm. Must be fuzz somewhere. Cleaned it all up and tried again. Same error. Rethreaded, made sure the needle was in correctly, sewed even less stitches and the error came up. O.K. It’s a computer. I shut it down and waited a bit, turned it on and a few more than a dozen stitches before the same error message.
Out came the manual. If all else fails, read the instructions. Recalibration was suggested . . . tried that and didn’t blow up the sewing machine. Shut the machine down thinking it got its act together with the calibration. Same naughty error message. New needle, more checking for orphan thread snips. I went to the supply tray, a great use for old school lunch trays. I picked up a bobbin that I had not used for the last five years as I recognized the thread and remembered the project that I sewed with it. One last try sweety! It sewed like a champ. It was the actual bobbin this entire time. Each bobbin has a coating on one specific side that the sewing machine reads. I know I have rewound that naughty bobbin over and over. Hmm. Don’t that beat all get out.
Before I throw that bobbin out, I am going to stick it back in the bobbin case one more time to stitch to see what happens.
——–Half hour later, it pinged as it hit the waste basket. That hurt. It’s called being frugal, aka: cheap. That whole episode took the gas out of my motoring. Tomorrow is another day.
With that I take my leave. ♥