“If I look at it long enough, I’ll figure it out.” That was the thought that went through my mind, anyway.
I sat just a bit longer, staring at the sewing machine. I looked down at the spool of thread, then placed it on the pin that I knew was there to hold it. Going with the obvious, I slid on the disc of plastic that holds the spool in place.
It had been a while since I’d sat before this sewing machine, but I’ve done so many times in the past. It’s been a while, though. I knew how to thread it, but I didn’t know how to thread it.
So, as I understand it, the route thread takes through a sewing machine is designed primarily to let it leave the spool with an appropriate amount of tension. It leaves the spool, goes over the river and through the woods, all on the way to the eye in the end of the needle. It’s the river and woods part that’s tricky.
Muscle memory. That’s the ticket. Without a lot of thought, I pulled the thread under the first metal thingy and over the next. It looked like that nearby slot was a good place to pull through, so through it I went, pulling down, around the tensioner gadget, back up through the same slot, and into the metal wire that was fortunately resting in a position where it was visible.
I had this.
I pulled back down, past the metal bar, and–I was seriously surprised at this–through the wire guide that I just knew sat behind the needle holder. After I did so, I actually looked to make sure it was there. Yes, it was. Wow. After that, it was a simple matter of threading the needle. Always start with thread that’s freshly cut. It’s a lot easier that way.
Boom. It’s the little things.
Believe it or not, putting the bobbin in was even easier. Incredible.
Like so many do-it-yourselfers these days, I was making a face mask. I try not to dwell on that too much, but making a face mask I was. I was making that first one for myself, since I figured making a larger one would be easier than making the significantly smaller one that would fit my wife. I know we’ll be getting a lot of use out of them, so we want several on hand.
I know I learned many things when I was in high school all those years ago, but the two I’m most thankful for are how to sew, and how to type. Those classes, plus growing up in a family of makers, gave me skills that have served me well.
I do enjoy sewing, and making things in general. I just wish I didn’t need the sewing thing for a time like this.