I have put off sitting at my sewing machine again, but today I had a few hours to spare, since E was playing Xbox with the guys. I also feel like absolute crap with a throat/chest/nose congestion thing, so sitting in front of a machine seemed like a doable feat.
In speaking with my mom, I learned that I probably have a genetic predisposition for failing at bobbin winding. And having wound a few now, I think that winding a bobbin really is some kind of innate 6th sense. I was born without this 6th sense, but with the wonders of an electric sewing machine, I managed to overcome at least long enough to wind 5 bobbins.
My first attempt was actually successful, leading me into a hideously false sense of security. That warm, fuzzy feeling was dashed when I tried my second bobbin. It came out horribly uneven, making an almost triangle of thread. I felt bad for the poor thing, like its very existence caused it pain, and not knowing what else to do, I manually unwound the bobbin and returned the thread to the original spool. This was time consuming, frustrating, and probably the wrong thing to do, but I did it anyway.
To be perfectly honest, I am not sure that the last 4 that I wound were actually done correct, but they were not as obviously warped as that 2nd one, so I am keeping them. I also failed to make all of them full. Learning curves! Learning curves, every one of them.
Either way, it’s done. And that means my next project is to actually thread the machine. And then sew a stitch. But before I do that, I have to get a steam iron. Ugh. I hate ironing.