Down(ton)right Petrifying

Quite seriously, sitting stock still and thinking, "Uh, uh. No way. I have just really messed up and I cannot possibly do this." That's what I'm feeling right now.


Because although I am a fairly confident designer, I am feeling a bit like Carson looking at Mrs. Hughes' new toaster.

Mom's Old Singer

This magical machine is what I've sewn on for most of my life, except for a short stint with a simple 80's-model Singer that I took with me to the dorm and kept until after college. Yes, this 1940's (I think) model still works and no I'm not selling it (sorry). My Mom sewed on it, she taught me to sew on it, and I kept doing so until about three weeks ago. Hubs and Mom even bought me a new Singer 2623 about 15 years ago that barely saw daylight twice. I mean...the old one still worked...so...?


Santa Claus (He's smart, right? He knows what he's doing, right?) brought me a new, slick thing that embroiders and does all manner of other things; heck, for all I know you can cut down trees with it...since the same people who made this beautiful thing also make chainsaws.


And I am scared, stitch-less. It took me half an hour to wind one bobbin and thread the needle. Disclaimer: I am quite sure the problem is me...not the machine. I am not known for being a technology early-adopter. And, I know I have some free lessons that come with the new machine that start some time this month. But, I have to build up inventory to start selling in only a few short weeks!


So...here I sit. Afraid I won't be able to make toast.