“Just because you haven’t heard me swearing doesn’t mean I haven’t been,” I said to Jim, shortly before dinner.
“What’s wrong? Is the machine giving you problems?”
“No, not the machine. The machine is quilting fine. I’m just not stitching where I want to,” I told him.
So there’s that. I’m trying to do straight-line stitching with the long-arm, stitching in the ditch around the center medallion. It would be easier to do it on the DSM, truthfully.
It isn’t just a matter of getting good lines of BLACK thread that don’t sit on the red piecing. Even when I’m on black fabric, I’m having trouble. One of my blacks is heavily printed, not dyed. The ink is marred with each stitch. That’s bad enough when I’m stitching where I want to. When I have to unstitch, I’m leaving a trail of evidence behind.
YES, (since you asked) I did change the needle before I started. Brand-spankin’ new sharp needle.
YES, I can use a marker after the fact to touch up that $&!#.
YES, I still have a cold, which in fact seems like it’s getting worse, not better.
YES, I’m pretty cranky now.
And YES, I’m stopping for the evening.