I took my sewing machine to the husband-of-the-wife-who-knows-my-friend-who-also-is-a-member-of-the-same-quilt-guild repair guy. Without even plugging it in, he took the needle plate off and declared there was surely a piece missing in it.
No I was sure there wasn’t; that piece under there had been flapping in the wind like that for years. I clean my machine regularly and I knew what he was talking about, but I also knew that the piece he was referring to wasn’t secure since…well….I don’t even know when.
I left my machine with him and googled my machine name with the words “needle plate” behind it and guess what? Plain as day, I could see the piece that was indeed missing. I don’t know how, but my machine had been sewing just fine all these years with that little bitty piece in the middle missing but as of Sunday this week, the jig was up. It was no longer working.
He said he can order a replacement part and have me up and running again in a few days. Do you ever get used to working with something that’s broken that you don’t even notice after a while?
If I’d just won that Mary Fons quilt contest, I could’ve gone on a lot longer with a flappy broken piece because I would’ve had a new machine to replace it. Curses! Foiled Again!