My sewing machine and I had a fight this weekend. I was having a bad day. A really bad day. A my-friend-is-in-a-coma-and-may-not-wake-up kind of day.
I learned an important lesson.
When I am sad, angry and feel like the world has lost all hope my sewing machine will not be the shoulder to cry on. It will only end in disaster (see above).
I also learned what a seam ripper is for.