Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Thanksgiving Eve - November 27, 2024

Monday, I went to my workroom long enough to load up three boxes of Phase 1 reports to bring home.  By 7 a.m. yesterday, I was sorting them on my kitchen table.  The table isn't quite big enough to get the job done, so the work branched out to the countertops and stovetop.  By mid-afternoon, the records had been sorted into A-B-C piles, but I didn't get around into sorting each pile alphabetically.  I put each pile into its own folder and stuffed them back into the boxes.  I'll get to them . . . sometime.

Over the weekend, my niece had brought me four jackets on which she wanted her company logo and department name embroidered.  I digitized the logo Sunday and started the embroidery process yesterday afternoon.  All went well until the last item, a quilted, tuft-y nylon vest.  After embroidering the logo, the embroidery machine tried to eat the vest when it started sewing the department name.  Part of the vest lining was wadded up (along with a bird nest of thread) between the throat plate and the bobbin.  I had to pry up the throat plate (hard to do when it's trapped under the embroidery hoop) and cut the thread nest out with a scalpel.  Luckily, I managed to do that without slicing the vest, itself.  The machine had embroidered half of the letter "R."  It took about an hour to pick the stitches out.  The embroidery machine had made a little hole in the nylon fabric when it jammed.  It might have been possible to re-start the embroidery process at the point where things went sideways, but I was afraid I'd only make it worse.  Since the jacket is tuft-y, the hole isn't all that visible.  Miss Niece will just have a logo without a department name on that vest.  Or wear a scarf.  ;)

Granddaughter #1 came home from college for Thanksgiving.  She (and her rescued dog) knocked on our door at 7:30 last night.  She and her family are across the road this morning, working on the house.  She knocked on the door at 7 this morning to borrow toilet paper.  It's going to be a long day of renovation work.

I should probably go across the road and see if the Little Rotten Baby wants to come to my house, to get her out of the way.


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