Yea, you think you know how to sew. Good. Now go get yourself a new machine and see how well you sew. Ok…it’s not that bad, it’s all the little things that you take for granted – like how your hands move around the machine is all based on a different machine – the presser foot lift is in a different place, but this hasn’t stopped me from rooting around for it on the back of the machine as if it’ll appear if I keep scratching for it in the same spot. And the thread cutter, how long does it take to figure that one out? I think days…

It’s funny really, I mean, in an interesting brain pattern / behavior pattern kind of “funny”, (and yup, you could relate this to all facets of your life, but I won’t), how strong the memory, the pattern of movement is, it’s not active conscious thinking that puts your hand to the back of the machine for the presser foot lift, it’s memory. So starting with a vintage pattern that you’ve never made before probably wasn’t the quickest way to get to working on my new machine, now was it?  No.  I spent all afternoon just fussing with the fabric and the pattern and the instructions and setting up the machine that I never got around to sewing. I just about cried with extreme frustration. What was I thinking?  I know my Singer 328K like the back of my hand. The Emerald 122 it is not.  Sunday, I changed tactics, I put aside the vintage shirt pattern and started something far simpler (really?), I thought I’d make us new potholders and oven mitts to go with the new kitchen…progress so far.