When I picked up her machine with two fingers, I knew right away that H.'s machine had no metal frame inside its plastic casing.
Still it is a cute little machine. It is quiet. The variable speed control is nice. the single step back tack is nice. And H likes it. So there.
But I couldn't help myself during the whole sewing lesson. I did try to NOT insult her machine. I really did. I mentioned how light it was. She replied that this is an advantage. When she is older she will be able to lift it. Before I knew it I was saying:
"When you are older this machine won't be around."
We struggled with the automatic needle threader. "Well, it will probably break today and then you won't have to worry about it anymore."
Gee whiz, couldn't I have kept that to myself? What is UP with me? So what if I had read about the needle threader breaking the first day. I was being a good teacher, right? I had done my research.
(I honestly hate my automatic needle threader on my Viking, but at least that one works)
OK enough with the machine. H was here to learn how to sew and she wanted to make an apron from a pattern she had brought along; a 1940s Vintage apron.
We cut it out. She sewed the pocket hems and sewed one pocket onto the apron sides, as directed. Time was short by now (All that time threading the needle. Really, the automatic needle threader was NO TIME SAVER ) so we reviewed the rest of the directions and closed the session I wish we had had time enough to finish the project.
Only because I had SO MUCH FUN with her. It is wonderful teaching someone to sew. H. caught on really quickly and graduated from very slow speed to fast speed in no time. She meticulously cut out the pattern. Plus, she brought a great project and is a great sport, and FUN. I had a really, lovely time. What a wonderful way to make a new friend (I hope).
I do hope that she can finish the apron. I warned her that she likely shouldn't sew anything heavier than the cotton weight we used today. I mean, by the time the apron is finished, it will weigh more than the machine. Really. I am serious.
I tried to make up for my lack of tact by calling her machine cute. She didn't take it to heart, I hope. Besides, when she left, she told me
"And that music? Get something different" (I had Pandora playing Windham Hill radio in the back ground)
"Oh I am so sorry, I said. I barely noticed."
"Ah, but when you are a musician, music is in the foreground."
"OK, when you come back I will play something else."
"Silence would be nice." I wonder if she is referring to the music or me?