I think I'd call it a night if I did that twice in an evening. Hope today goes better for you.
Cheers, K |
Everyone has a threshold.. you found yours on that day! Sometimes its just time to turn out the lights and call it a day.
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Nighttime quilting is the ONLY quilting I really do; weekends are usually so hectic I rarely get a full day to do anything. So it's usually a few hours at night to work on projects. Last week, I managed to break my seam ripper! :shock: (That night, I just dropped everything, switched off the machine and went to bed, with a project still hanging off the needle. I was sooo done.)
I will say, last night did end well. I (finally) filled the bobbin, pieced my squares, pressed them, pieced my row, and put it away for the night. I didn't dare start on the other side! And yes, I slept GREAT knowing I didn't leave it hanging! :thumbup: |
LOL I'm so in tune with my sewing machine that I know when bobbin thread is empty,sounds a little different....
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Stop when it is no longer fun!! Life is too short!
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Stop when mistakes pile up?
Stop when it's no longer fun? Stop because ____ tells me to? Shoot, I stop when it's time to start hitting the bottle!:shock: Which is usually after I've done something totally inane, frustrating, time-wasting, humbling.....:hunf: Like tonight.:mad: Jan in VA |
A dear friend just gifted me with the Sidewinder so I will have no more excuses to run out of bobbin---Happy Holidays Everyone!
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Hahahah....been here more than once!
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Yep, been there, too. Either I stop for the day or take a break for a while if the day is still young :D. Sometimes I will switch to a different project.
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I was sewing HUGE pinwheel star blocks and did two at a time. The first two turned out fine. The second two not so much, I reversed the pinwheel colors and had to rip both blocks out entirely. Took a couple of hours to rip it all out. I was done sewing for that day! I still have two to go but that will have to wait until the Christmas rush is over.
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