Anyway, everything has been going along GRAND until. . .
I turned the differential knob on my serger so I could gather a strip of material and promptly heard a little "snap" followed by the sound of a small piece falling down inside the serger. Arrrrghhhhhh! The very same serger that had been taken to the shop for another problem in the spring! It had never been to the repair shop prior to that, and I have had it for nearly twenty years. I depend so much on it as a tool. But far more than that is the great sentimental value it holds for me. Well, to "cut to the chase", Bill took it to the shop on Saturday morning. At least now, I know that they can still get repair parts for it.
I've decided that I'm not going to waste the two weeks or so until it is repaired. Instead, I plan on cutting out the patterns for a lot of projects. That way, when I get the serger back, I can get started right away sewing things. My least favorite thing about sewing is cutting the fabric, so at least that will be all out of the way.
Y "To everything there is a season. . .