We've had a hate/hate relationship for... well, basically forever.
But I've been on a steady campaign to minimize the amount of waste that we have in the Soup house. And the sewing machine can help me with this effort. So I've been trying to let bygones be bygones and put aside the petty feud we've be waging...
It's not working.
Let me start over.
When I found out I was pregnant, I did a lot of reading. Reading that helped me make a lot of decisions about how I wanted to raise this baby. One decision was the choice to try cloth diapering. I convinced my husband, did my research, picked the type of diaper that I wanted (One Size Pockets) and the brands (bumGenius, Fuzzibunz, Rumparooz) and started stocking up.
I love cloth diapering. I actually prefer using cloth diapers to disposables. Whenever I use a disposable, I feel awkward and uncertain about using it.
(side note: We are currently using disposables because L.Soup had a rash that was associated to something wrong with the diapers. I finally finished successfully (hopefully) stripping them the other night, and I hope to start back up using them today.)
What I didn't think about when I planned on using cloth diapers, was the fact that I am still making waste with disposable wipes. About a month in, I finally realized that using cloth wipes would be more beneficial. So I started searching around for some cloth wipes, and realized something.
They are outrageously overpriced.
Oh, and by the way. While I was in the middle of this project, I
decided I would just work on some reusable nursing pads. It's the same
deal. So expensive. So easy to make.
I did some more research, found a "pattern" that I liked the most. Purchased my materials. Cut out my squares (and circles for the nursing pads). All with no problem.
I did some more research, found a "pattern" that I liked the most. Purchased my materials. Cut out my squares (and circles for the nursing pads). All with no problem.
Enter the sewing machine.
We started off getting along fairly well. I've been trying to spend more time with it recently, because I have so many things that I dream about making. The only issue is it's not mine. It belongs to my mom. Which means on a normal day I can't use it because I'm not at her house. And on a day where I am at her house, I have a little person that needs me at a high enough frequency that I get enough time to sit down and turn the machine on before I have to get her. So naturally, it's taken me months to get the two pieces sewn together, flip them inside out, and ready to have one more final edging stitch finished. And I haven't even started on the nursing pads.
(I just recently asked D.Soup if he could maybe get me one for Christmas. We'll see how that works out. It would be super convenient to be able to sew after L.Soup is sleeping.)
Anywho. I finally asked mom if I could just borrow the sewing machine and take it home with me for a few days. I'm really the only person that uses it at the moment, so it wasn't a big deal.
I packed up all my supplies: thread, fabric, pins. I even packed a second full bobbin so I wouldn't have to stop and refill when the one in there ran out.
I got home, had dinner, fed the baby, put the baby to bed and then excitedly got to work. I only had a small pile of wipes left before I could start working on the nursing pads. So I knocked those out fairly quickly. I was on a roll and feeling pretty good about myself.
I get all the individual pieces of the nursing pad sewn, and set out on sewing them all together. I make it about 97% around the edge when I hear this weird *thwink* and everything stops. And I'm all WTF.
Check the bobbin, nothing amiss there. Cool.
Check the needle, and the thread is gone. Okay then... so the thread broke. No big deal.
So I look up at the spool and see this:
We started off getting along fairly well. I've been trying to spend more time with it recently, because I have so many things that I dream about making. The only issue is it's not mine. It belongs to my mom. Which means on a normal day I can't use it because I'm not at her house. And on a day where I am at her house, I have a little person that needs me at a high enough frequency that I get enough time to sit down and turn the machine on before I have to get her. So naturally, it's taken me months to get the two pieces sewn together, flip them inside out, and ready to have one more final edging stitch finished. And I haven't even started on the nursing pads.
(I just recently asked D.Soup if he could maybe get me one for Christmas. We'll see how that works out. It would be super convenient to be able to sew after L.Soup is sleeping.)
Anywho. I finally asked mom if I could just borrow the sewing machine and take it home with me for a few days. I'm really the only person that uses it at the moment, so it wasn't a big deal.
I packed up all my supplies: thread, fabric, pins. I even packed a second full bobbin so I wouldn't have to stop and refill when the one in there ran out.
I got home, had dinner, fed the baby, put the baby to bed and then excitedly got to work. I only had a small pile of wipes left before I could start working on the nursing pads. So I knocked those out fairly quickly. I was on a roll and feeling pretty good about myself.
I get all the individual pieces of the nursing pad sewn, and set out on sewing them all together. I make it about 97% around the edge when I hear this weird *thwink* and everything stops. And I'm all WTF.
Check the bobbin, nothing amiss there. Cool.
Check the needle, and the thread is gone. Okay then... so the thread broke. No big deal.
So I look up at the spool and see this:
And again I'm all WTF. Something doesn't look right.
Because it's EMPTY.
The entire spool.
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| Empty/Not Empty. |
Unfortunately for me. This picture is from the next night. I hadn't expected finishing off the entire spool, so was caught completely unawares by that turn of events and was left incapable of continuing on, and very bitter about it.
I understand that this is not really as traumatizing for anyone else. But I just needed a moment.
That is all.
And to top it all off,
My mom found some more unfinished wipes.
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