I.HATE.BUTTON.HOLES!!!! DEATH to them ALLLLL. I have a nice semi-fancy machine that has three different button hole making stitches, and all three are a pain in my butt! Butt I tell you!
*takes a deep breath* Yesterday I sat down to finish Leslie’s jacket and it was a no go. First I couldn’t get the collar right, so I decided to get the buttons on there. I have to make sure the jacket looks good closed, right? It took longer than it should have. Sewing the buttons on was cake! A walk in the park.
“Okay *beep* (I have yet to name my sewing machine), we’re going to make button holes and it’s going to go smoothly,” I told it in a firm voice. “You got a new needle, nice thread, and I just cleaned you out. You’re going to be nice to me and make these button holes.” With one more stern glare of death letting my sewing machine know who’s boss I began on the first button hole.
“HA!” my sewing machine laughed back, “I’ll show YOU who’s boss!” Ten minutes later with tears of defeat in my eyes I’ve ended up with knots of thread in the back of my jacket and no button hole in sight. Where’s my white flag when I need it? Olive branch? I could almost see the smug look in its face; hear that snicker of “I told you so.”
But it wasn’t ready for what came next…..
….Like a mad woman, I threw my head back and let the evilest laugh I could muster escape my throat. Lighting flash and zoom in on my right hand. What’s the light shining off of? What’s in my hand?! Could it be…yes! Yes my Ghanger scissors! My shard scissors that cut through fabric like a hot knife through butter.
“Don’t do it!” my machine yelled back at me. “Think of the fraying! How unprofessional!” I paid it no mind and began cutting the button holes manually. It almost let out a little snicker and tried to mutter something about fraying, but I had a secret weapon. Fray Check. The war was over. The machine may have won the first battle, but I came out on top. Yes…Yes I did. I’ll have to hand stitch thread around the openings to make sure no fraying happens, but at least this time there were no causalities. Tonight I tackle the collar. Who will win this one…?