Mocky Mockerton

Tonight, Andi went to her first sewing class with me. We are making small billfolds. Andi thought I gave her "a look" when she told me she was going to donate her billfold to the roller derby auction. But I wasn't. Really.

So she starts giving me a hard time because I had to rip out a few (thousand) stitches when I had folded my material wrong to sew the pockets. Just four pieces of it, though. It's not like I sewed all 5 pieces wrong.

No -- the 5th piece I cut wrong, so I had to do that part all over again, too. She was on a roll giving me grief and I just waited quietly because I knew her time was coming.

I didn't have to wait long. I was re-cutting my material and I could hear her growing frustrated that her machine was running, but her needle wasn't moving. Behind me I could hear her calling the teacher over to listen - "You can hear the machine whirring. Why isn't it working? Why isn't my needle moving?"

The problem was soon solved as someone noticed the needle on my new machine going steadily up and down with no material in the machine, because she was pressing the foot pedal to my machine under the table.

And you can bet I told her I was blogging about it :)