A while ago… 6 months ago… ish… My brother gave me one of his old sewing machines.
My brother is a tailor. He also taught me to knit. He sort of deserves a mention at some point.
I can sew but usually I do it by hand if I can’t find someone to do it for me – and now that I live too far away from both of my servants (Rick and Nanna), I thought that I would take him up on the sewing machine offer and learn how to use it. Well, that was six months (ish) ago… Now that I have a lot of time on my hands, I thought that now might be a good time to learn how to use it.
I have used a sewing machine in the past – when I was at school. I made a hat when I was in Year 9. It was a Formula One themed hat with a red and white brim (chicane), a Finnish flag on the top (for Mika Hakkinen, of course) and a load of flags sewn around it, flapping in the breeze. I don’t know what has happened the the hat, but it is one of the only things I’ve ever made on a sewing machine.
The truth is that I’m a little bit scared of sewing machines. They go too fast, they unthread themselves and the needle really, really hurts when it goes in your finger.
From the moment I got it, I knew that it would need a new power cable – so I got one before the New Year. It was less than a tenner from Maplin. But then I realised that it needed a pedal. I searched high and low for it before asking my Nanna what it might look like. I was convinced that I had put it “somewhere safe”. I searched in my cupboards and I even went up the wobbly ladder to the loft before Nanna replied “Rick doesn’t think it had a pedal”. So, onto Amazon I went. I ordered a pedal.
Great. I had my power lead and my pedal. I got my Kindle out and opened the YouTube app and searched for the tutorial on sewing machines. But it didn’t have any bobbins. Not a problem! I’ll just pop out and buy some.
So, I went to a shop that shall not be named. I approached a lady. I asked “do you sell any bobbies for sewing machines?”
Well, she was confused.
I don’t know if I can blame it on a hearing loss but I was convinced they were called bobbies. It actually turns out that the little children’s song is actually “wind the bobbin in” not “wind the bobbie in”.
After realising that I wanted a bobbin (not a bobbie) the sales assistant informed me that they do have bobbins and then gave them to me. While I was still in earshot she was telling her buddy behind the counter – laughing at my expense (I presume it was at my expense because she kept saying “bobbie”). So I went to the counter and I said “thanks for helping me, but I’ll go on Amazon and buy them from there.”
I think it is polite to wait until your customer has left the shop before you start laughing at them.