Craft injuries may be a dime a dozen in the worlds of wood-turning, metal work and glass blowing. A bash here, scrape there, burn there. But sewing isn’t a game that usually leads to the Emergency Department. Or is it? Here’s a DP Writing Challenge: the story of how a domestic sewing machine had me all stitched up.
I was at Avondale Sewing shop a few weeks ago, talking to Matthew about a vintage Bernina he was restoring. He paused mid-conversation to ask what kind of machine I owned.
“Brother,” I replied. “Standard domestic, about eight years old”. He’d serviced my machine several times, most recently when it was completely out of alignment, but I knew he dealt with dozens of customers and machines every day. I didn’t expect him to remember mine.
Mathew’s eyes lit up in recognition. “That’s right! Stickers on it. You’re the one who took your sewing machine to hospital”.
Hmmmm … yes, that was me. That machine had lost its alignment because a needle had broken off in my thumb, sending me to the Emergency Department and the machine to Matthew’s workshop.
It was about a year ago that my friend Jude called around with some vintage fabric she wanted to make into a beach bag. We were sat across the dining table with the machine between us, chatting away as I sewed. I was running up the final seam, pedal to the metal, when I looked up at Jude and … THUNK.
My foot came off the pedal, but the machine had stopped anyway. I tried to pull my hand away from the machine, but it wasn’t going anywhere. I kept my eyes glued to Jude’s, too scared to peek at the cause of that sound.
“That was your thumb” she said. “So, first question: did it go right through?”
WARNING : This rest of this post may cause cringing and hand-wringing. If you’re up for it, click the next page to read more.