I've sewed things to my clothes; I've run the sewing machine needle through my fingernail; and the last quilt I made, which was for a class, I chainpieced all twelve blocks, got up to press, cut them apart, started pressing, and....the second one didn't match the first one. Oh no. Which one was wrong? How MANY were wrong? Well, only one was right. Spent what seemed like hours trying to pick out the stitching. Noticed some brown thread. Wait, I didn't use any brown thread! Blood will turn the thread brown. Was making such a hash of it (and my thumb), that I ended up trimming away the offending pieces, and cutting new ones. I seem to make lots of stupid boo-boos. I told my DH last night that I shouldn't be trusted with markers, irons, or sharp objects.