Sewing Follow-up aka The Serger

Since I whined a bit yesterday about the serger, I thought I better show what I was doing with it. I used both my serger and my newly fixed Bernina to make chair cushions for a chair that has been waiting for cushions! I did the first of two cushions while having no problem with the serger. The moment I started the second one I had to stop and rethread it. Because, you know, it’s FINE to have all four thread tracks exposed to anything that comes along to unthread it. Fine.

But having rethreaded and made sure everything was still passing through the tension disks, it worked well. This fabric is intended for inside or outside use so I expected without serging the edges there would be quite a bit of raveling and this way that’s not a concern. Could have done it on the Bernina but not as fast and as a bonus it trimmed down the seam allowances a bit. I think I’ll invest in some new thread since this stuff is **mumble-mumble** years old, like I don’t remember. But it’s fine.

Oh and measure at least twice, do the math and then remeasure and cut once. Whenever possible sew once because ripping out is… I didn’t rip out today.

Sewing Follow-up aka The Serger

NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 8

So far so good on painting every day of NaPoWriMo. I’m trying hard to use big brushes and not get caught up in the minutiae. You can’t paint tiny petals when you’re using a big quill brush.

cold sunny April
tempting to turn the heat off
history says no

making chair cushions
juggling numbers and math
measure twice, cut, sew

Sit out in the yard
after dinner golden hour
chickadees scold me.

low gardening stool
better than the cold ground but
now other things ache

NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 8

“We are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you any different.”

This could be The Way.

Richard Smith's non-medical blogs

This comes from an interview with Kurt Vonnegut. I’ve loved it for 20 years and you might too.

“I work at home, and if I wanted to, I could have a computer right by my bed, and I’d never have to leave it. But I use a typewriter, and afterward I mark up the pages with a pencil. Then I call up this woman named Carol out in Woodstock and say, “Are you still doing typing?” Sure she is, and her husband is trying to track bluebirds out there and not having much luck, and so we chitchat back and forth, and I say, “Okay, I’ll send you the pages.”

Then I go down the steps and my wife calls, “Where are you going?” “Well,” I say, “I’m going to buy an envelope.” And she says, “You’re not a poor man. Why don’t you buy a thousand envelopes? They’ll deliver…

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