So as you will perhaps recall, last October I made my son a Halloween costume and put my sewing machine away.
In February, when my MIL came to visit, she wanted to enact some repairs on some of our quilts, so my husband got the sewing machine out, and…
…half of the base of the sewing machine had disappeared. The extension table/storage box part, you know? That fits around the needle plate/bobbin holder? It was gone. Inexplicably gone.
My sewing machine is only ever in one of two places: inside its sewing table, or on top of it. Mostly the former. I didn’t even sew any of Indy’s costume downstairs, so the machine went from inside the table to on top of it to inside it again. And it had the entire base when I put it away, because why wouldn’t it?
But it did not have the entire base when my MIL needed it.
The base was nowhere I could find in the bedroom where I did the sewing. I admit I had not taken the room apart on a molecular level, but HOW COULD IT HAVE GONE ANYWHERE? It’s fairly large. It’s distinctive looking. Critically, I did not remove it for any reason that I can remember before putting it away BECAUSE WHY WOULD I???
I didn’t want to take the room apart on a molecular level. I’ve been putting it off, because, I mean, I guess I had to, but… I had gotten to the point of figuring I would have to try to see if I could get a new part (although it was from astore here that has weekly specials of household items and I really don’t know if spare parts would be available, but…) or buy a new one, which. I mean. Okay. I guess. If I have to. But. Just. HOW COULD IT HAVE DISAPPEARED????
Well.
Guess what Ted found while he was tidying up during gaming on Sunday night.
It was in the office on a bookshelf next to his desk, buried under other things.
I don’t know. I don’t know. I have NO IDEA. There is NO EARTHLY REASON for it to have gone there. Ever. I don’t KNOW.
Ted’s like “I obviously moved it from the dining room into there when I was tidying up, it was between stacks of my gaming stuff so I just picked it all up and moved it in there,” and I’m like, yes, that’s very likely, BUT WHAT WAS IT DOING IN THE DINING ROOM? I DID NO SEWING IN THE DINING ROOM!
Him: no you were sewing Indy’s costume in the dining room, it must have just been stuck there somehow
Me: that was in 2023, last year I did all the sewing upstairs in the bedroom because we moved the little sewing table from the small bedroom and it just seemed easier to do the sewing up there than jackass the machine up and down stairs every evening.
Him: …oh. Oh, you’re right. Wha…????
Me: I DON’T KNOW!!!!
I mean there must be some answer that is not actually “Borrowers” or “gremlins” or “timeline slip” but I honestly, deeply, profoundly, truly cannot remember taking the base off the sewing maching and bringing it downstairs, so I have no idea what happened.
On the positive side, though, now I can sew again. :)
Any chance he took it off to do maintence on it? I don’t know how your machine works, but one of the ones my mom had when I was a kid needed oiled regularly and it was usually after finishing the halloween costume that she did it. It let her clean out the bits of leftover string and such too. (Only reason I remember is because she teased me when I got into sewing a while back about taking the machine apart and struggling to get it back together after oiling. I’m like, psh, we have a shop for that nearby, I’m making it their problem!)
God, no, not the slightest chance. He didn’t even know what it was when he found it. :laughs:
chuckle. There are universe slips. I swear. It is freaky and real . Deep breath
100%!