By Jove...nah! I don't got it.

Six years ago, I purchased an embroidery machine. I finally opened the box last Saturday. It already had a bobbin and the video taught me how to set the thread, so soon I was choosing a pattern. I decided on the simplest project: a bookmark for my granddaughter. After a few attempts, voila! Perfection! How sweet it is! See picture:

But I bragged too soon. Last night, the bobbin needed to be changed to a different color. Nobody told me how to do that...so back to the video. That darn instructor has done this before. She zipped through the instructions, zip, zip, zap. Her hand flew through the hooks and turns as she sped around the maze. Her bobbin was threaded perfectly. Mine, not so much.

After several hours of my top thread winding round and round the bobbin, I finally decided I'd done something wrong. Ya think??? The poor material didn't stand a chance with my feeble attempts. It's going to the salvage bin.

Goodbye lofty project. Farewell nifty idea. No, wait! I won't give in. I won't admit defeat. It's only a few pieces of metal, bent and hooked, to accept my thread offerings. I am master, here. I choose what color and pattern. I won't be whipped into submission by something named 'Brother.'

Stay tuned.