I resorted to some hand sewing for a while, and came up with more hexies, and hand quilting:
But the machine kept calling, so I persevered to troubleshoot (hmmm... maybe I should say don't do this yourself - you should always call in a professional, unless of course you are a professional - which I'm not, I'm just stubborn). Before long there was a teeny, tiny sound, almost like a click - I could have missed it had I not been so accustomed to my machine's little noises) and upon inspection, emerged victorious with the culprit:
Can you guess what it is??
Yup, I broke my feed dogs :-(
I have no idea how I broke them. A couple of weeks back I broke my walking foot, and the people at my LQS were stunned. I guess I'm just going through a breaking patch. Yummy Hubby was really nice and said it's only natural, just some inevitable wear and tear, instead of suggesting that I could really try to be more delicate with things. Haw haw!
And so anyways, once the culprit was found, it took but a quick trip to the shop (actually it wasn't so quick because we got really lost trying to find it, but I digress) and replacement dogs were soon installed.
You can imagine I'm now completely spirited, and have grand plans for sewing. Of course, nothing less than a new quilt will do. I've decided to use this cute bundle of 1930s reproduction prints, which I'd completely forgotten about for a while:
And because I'm feeling so buoyed I think I'll tackle this UFO (remember these blocks?):
Let's see how far we'll get shall we? ehehee.
Happy weekend everyone!