A Machine Called Jayne

Meet Jayne. Like her namesake, Jayne is not entirely dependable or trustworthy, but she's sturdy and she generally gets the job done. She's the machine I stitched up my Home Ec homework on in 9th grade, and she spent the last decade or so in a closet in my mom's home, waiting until the day I lamented that I would like to start sewing again to be hauled out, dusted off and put to work.

The last part took a while to get around to, mainly because I was so sure that sitting in a closet for so long had probably rendered her inoperable. That, and I just couldn't find the proper motivation to make time for sewing. But last week I finally threaded her and tried out some stitches, and I'm happy to report that she worked just fine with a little finessing and sweet talk. The bobbin-maker (I'm sure there's a technical name for that, but don't ask me what it is) doesn't work, so I'll have to wind bobbins by hand, which is a PITA, but it's a small price to pay for knowing I have the means to whip up fabulous custom linens for Little Bit's room.