My trusty Janome 6260 is wounded...perhaps seriously. I have known this from the time that I first heard the ominous rasping sound coming from her bobbin-y bits and noted that she failed to make a stitch, but I thought perhaps it was something that could be remedied by a good clean, an afternoon's googling and a bit of a fiddle. At any rate, I was in a hurry to complete a project to a deadline so I resumed sewing on the Singer and set aside the repair for when I had more time up my sleeve. Surely it couldn't be that serious?
Sadly I was wrong. Whatever is the matter is definitely beyond my pathetic abilities to repair and so I must spend some money, cross my fingers and hope that whatever I have done to her isn't mortal. As the damage was done a good month ago now, you'd think that I would have sorted it out straight away so that I could have the machine back in working order as soon as possible, but no, that's not how I roll. Instead I shoved the machine into the dark recesses of my sewing room and hoped that perhaps it would spontaneously remedy itself or maybe be not quite as bad as I had feared.
I have loads of projects I could be working on that only require straight stitch, but I have gotten it into my head that I must make knickers. I must make them now. Trouble is, without the modern convenience of zig zag, it ain't going to happen. Obviously, I need to have a back up machine, you know, like an emergency sewing machine. A nice vintage zig-zagger perhaps? Oh yeah, I have one of those - the machine I got secondhand for my 16th Birthday. I'd dig it out and all would be sweet only something horrible happened to the bobbin and I shoved it into the depths of my sewing room to be fixed "one day". Obviously, it's still broken.
It serves me right!
