facing my fear

so, what does a serger have to do with facing my fear? well, until today i was afraid of it. that's right. i was afraid of my serger. several years ago when my grandma stopped being able to sew, she gave it to me. i was so excited. i used it quite a bit when i was younger. i would find scraps at my grandma's house and practice my skills. i loved how the fabric would glide through so effortlessly and once past the needles, it would come out all nicely bound with the excess trimmed off. pure magic, i thought. so, you can see why i was so happy when i got it. i took it to the repair shop just two blocks from my house and had it serviced.  i even went out and bought four new spools of thread for it. i then put it in the corner of my sewing room and left it. and then when i rearranged my room, i moved it to another corner. and left it. and there it has been sitting for at least five years...until today.

i decided that today was the day i would face my fear. so what was i so afraid of (especially since i had used this machine dozens of times)? threading it. i had no idea how. i know how silly that sounds. but it is true.

so, i did what any reasonable person would do. i took it straight to the aforementioned repair shop and sheepishly put it on the counter and asked the amazing repairman if he would thread it for me. that's right. i am not ashamed. i wasn't even too embarrassed when he took the wrapping off of the thread and since it had been sitting so long, the color from the plastic had actually rubbed off onto the thread. i just held my head high and praised the man several times while he threaded the machine. i then brought it back home and used it immediately. i love it. i am looking around for things to serge. i am no longer afraid! nothing can stop me now! i just hope it doesn't come unthreaded...