I was going to post a triumphant finished applique in this space, a cushion I was making for a little girl's birthday gift. Fifteen minutes before I expected to finish sewing it together disaster struck. A number of excuses can be made for my stupidity. It was very soft fleece, and needed to be held in place very closely, I was swapping between zigzagging the edges (it was fraying badly) and straight sewing the seams, and I was hurrying, as we were due at the party in an hour. Anyway, one moment I was about to zig an edge and the next the machine needle zagged right through my nail and finger tip.
Much yelling ensued. First I screamed. Then I remembered that sometimes hollering is ignored in our house, so I yelled out the reason. "Darling Hubby! Help! The needle's gone through my finger!"
That turned out not to be a good plan. All three of our children freaked out. The guilt I felt from upsetting them didn't help either. I stopped yelling (no point yelling when everyone's already here). The kids didn't. After taking one look at my still impaled finger, I kept my eyes tightly closed. Hubby was trying to figure out which way to wind the thingy that raises the needle. I was trying to settle the littlies down, and stay calm myself. It was not a shining moment in our house.
Thankfully, Hubby reversed the needle smoothly, and a bit of elastoplast and a couple of painkillers solved the rest. We were a little late for the party, but my best friend held up the cake bit for us. Present came from K Mart. Cake and an excess of sugary treats did wonders for the kids' trauma.
The cushion will be finished later in the week.