As I have noted before, the human female’s sewing machine is older than she is. Kinda dinged up, some of the finish peeling, no fancy whistles and bells, no clever electronic brain, no fool-proof safety features–and the machine is pretty basic as well! Still, it manages to turn out a pretty good seam.
Providing she remembers to lower the presser foot. Tsk, tsk. It’s a good thing that Mister Seam-Ripper is our friend.
Let’s try again! Edges aligned, foot down, and…go!
The human female is pulling at her gray hair and muttering. What’s that? Oh. Well, why didn’t you TELL me you needed me to hand you the pieces right-sides-together?
There! Pat yourself on your pointy little head, mortal! You successfully managed a three-and-a-half-inch seam!
Or you would have, if you had remembered to check the bobbin…
I can see that it is going to be a looooong afternoon. I shall have to supervise your every action carefully. Take a deep breath and calm yourself, lest you fill this quilt with so much negative energy that the tot cries every time he sees it.
Here, let me help. Tell you what: I’ll match up the pieces, right-sides-together, pin them, and hand them to you to sew. You can manage that, can’t you?
Proper pinning is essential. Most people don’t use enough pins, and the work slips.
No chance of that happening today! Hogun’s topknot, woman! Quit your crying! Here–I’ll even feed it through the machine for you! Do I have to do everything myself?