My inability to say no, coupled with my husbands over confidence in my abilities, has gotten my behind in a mess of trouble. A seemingly never-ending, mess of trouble. My best friend Kelli and her husband are in the church pew business. They do all sorts of things dealing with church pews- installing, refinishing, repairing, reupholstering. Norm is the church pew man. Recently he mentioned to Mitch that he needed someone to make some cushions for a church. The man he hired to do the work was suddenly unable to do the job, leaving Norman with a large amount of fabric and foam and a church waiting for cushions. My wonderful husband piped in and said, Autum can sew cushions and her aunt has an industrial sewing machine she can use, I bet she'd love to do it. Sure, I said, I can do it. I've never used the industrial machine, and I've never made cushions so big, but sure, I'll give it a shot. Folks, if it can go wrong, it has gone wrong in this little undertaking.
Mitch and I set up my little cushion factory in the garage. I was going to need a long cutting table to cut 10 foot long cushions.
Yes, you read that right, 10 feet long!!! 20 cushions, 10 feet long each. In case you're wondering, it takes a lot of fabric to make 20 10 foot long cushions.
It also takes lots of cording to make the piping. Lots of thread. Lots of zipper. Lots of everything. The first problem came when I tried to find a zipper foot or a cording foot for the industrial machine. That one cost me several days, but while I waited, there was lots of cutting to do. Lots and lots of cutting.
Once the presser feet arrived, I thought I'd be off and running, or off and stitching. Not for long, the machine was out of whack. The tension wasn't right, the timing wasn't right. It had to go in for a tune up. In the midst of the sewing machine drama, we got the news about Olivia, putting the cushions on the back burner for several days. When I got back into the factory, it wasn't but a few hours, before the machine broke again. This time she wouldn't sew a stitch. Great! More time lost. Another deadline missed. By now, I'm beyond sick of looking at unassembled cushion parts and poor Norman is beyond ready to have assembled cushions to deliver to the church.
Did I mention these cushions are to be tufted? Yes, they are to be tufted with fabric covered buttons. There has also been much drama with the ordering of buttons to be covered, but I'll spare you that. While the machine was back in the shop and buttons were being shipped, I had a mini nervous breakdown. I fell in an exhausted, frazzled heap on the couch, unable to move for much of the day on Thursday. On Friday after going to the doctor with Alyssa, I went to pick up the sewing machine. The man at the shop told me she was all patched up for now, but she'd probably be back. You see, he said, that machine is a drapery machine, and it just can't handle the thickness of the thread and fabric you are using. It's like showing up for a gun fight with a knife.
Great! I'm smack-dab in the middle of a gun fight, with what seems like miles of red fabric, armed with a knife. So what's a girl to do in that situation? I bought a big, bad, shotgun.
And she means business. I'm a little frightened I may sew right over a finger or two. I had to put a block of wood under the foot pedal to slow things down a bit, kind of like training wheels. I'm pretty sure this job is going to end up costing me money, but not as much as the therapy I'm going to need if I don't get finished really soon. I'll keep you posted.