As many of you may know, l am a big fan of old sewing machines, in fact my favourite machine and the one l use all the time is 'Gerty' who used to belong to my Mum many moons ago. Can't remember how she got the name Gerty but it seems to suit her and just 'stuck'.
Well last night poor Gerty coughed and spluttered and threw horrible loops into her stitching. Something was amiss! I unthreaded and rethreaded to no avail. I then took out her spool and gave her a dust.Still no better. I then had to dare to delve into her 'privates' with the little brush and sweep her out. Horrors, this is an old lady we are dealing with here and this was all just getting a wee bit too 'in depth'. Nothing was working. There was an embarrassing pile of fluff and woolly bits coming out of her. By now l had unscrewed the plate and was prodding about in all those areas hitherto untouched by me.
Decided to give up and start again in the morning. Imagine my horror when l tried to screw on the plate and found that l had lost a screw. 'Oh no' l cried (or words to that effect) as l scrabbled about on the floor with that kids song 'on top of spaghetti' and visions of lost meatballs rolling under doors flashing through my mind. Couldn't find that screw anywhere.
Anyway this morning l came downstairs and did my usual first thing chore (after indoor animals) of setting the stove alight. As l knealt down on the floor to stuff in the kindling , l was nearly crippled by pain as something seriously sharp went right into my knee. Yep, you are ahead of me now – there was Gerty's screw, embedded in my flesh!
Having dug out the troublesome metal and hopped about in pain for a bit cursing sewing machines and their ilk. I then replaced the screw on poor old Gerty. Sat down and placed a piece of fabric in her jaws. She buzzed into life and skittered across the linen with more than her usual grumblingly slow speed (hmmmmm maybe the fluff was slowing her down, she really should stop eating the stuff) and would you believe it, no loops and messing. Our girl is cured!
The moral of this tale, keep your machine fluff free and don't firkle about with a sewing machine in the dark.