Sunday Confessional

I never sweep or vacuum my threads. I find them at work, in my car. I've even found them still on me in another country after flying for 10 hours.

From a post from a thread from the edge about the troubles of bamboo batting. Good to know as I'm working on my 4th quilt right now!

Forgive me.

Sunday Confessional

I didn't know that sewing machines were supposed to be regularly serviced until I started following sewing blogs. I still haven't taken mine in.

Hey, that's my machine. Beautiful stitches!

Forgive me.

Sunday Confessional

I know you are supposed to listen to music or podcasts when you sew, but I like to watch trashy reality TV shows. Preferably reruns of one that went off the air a few years back which stared three ladies and their octogenarian boyfriend.

Forgive me.

Sunday Confessional

My cat, fascinated by thread, once grabbed a recently threaded handsewing needle by the thread and ran away. I chased him through the apartment terrified he was going swallow the needle and die, but also scared that he would drop it and I would step on it while running after him. He thought I just being mean chasing him to take away his fun new toy. When I cornered him, all the thread was in his mouth and the needle was at his lips. I've never even told my fiance. This is between us.

Image from Coletterie Tutorial on making threaded belt loops

Forgive me. (I am now extremely, extremely, extremely careful with anything crafting related around my little monster cat)

Sunday Confessional

Even though I've read all the horror stories, I still put pins in my mouth. In my defense I hold my breath and don't swallow when I do. So I just sit there with pins in my mouth turning blue and drooling. Safety first.

Image: Threads Magazine

Forgive me.