Serge Ahead

This weekend, my new hairdo and I took a serging class. One nifty thing I discovered about living here is you can tell who you're going to be your buddy by how many workshops you see them at. Peggy, for instance, pictured above, is also in my NVC class, my knit club and taught a natural building class Craig and I took together last year. She's very cool and funny!

And my talented friend, Elly, who I've gone on and on about in the past, was the most amazing instructor. Small class, but good thing though due to my serger giving me grief, being slowest to learn again and my slightly ADHD self loving that one on one attention. Makes me feel important and special.

I can't remember if I shared this embarrassing story yet or not but around Christmas I broke my serger by trying coerce the sweater I made Craig into being a hat. Since getting the machine repaired I've been getting nothing but grief (I probably should name it for better cooperation). But I think I figured out what the problem was. Can't reveal. Too embarrassing. And that's saying something coming from me.

Now if the munchkin would just wake up, I have a fibre combing date at the Threads Guild with my spinning compadre, Jane, and then off to make soap at my new "studio" located just behind this gate: