I keep pioctureing Deputy Dog muttering when things went wrong. I don't think it's the right phrase, but it suits.
My longarm is having a problem. After months and months of very fine performance "He" has decided to break threads. It's a very specific kind of break, non-directional, random, and frustrating. Tension is perfect and the stitches are beautiful. This darn thread break leaves a 4" tail of upper thread under the quilt. I think I pinned down the problem thanks to one very fine tech support guy at Gammill. He is great, my hero.
I know how it started. In 7 years of quilting I broke 5 needles, 3 on the same quilt. That quilt started the problem, it left a rough spot on the bobbin race. Early this month I broke #5 on a thick seam area while stitching a panto. Icing on the cake so to speak. It left an even rougher spot on the bobbin race. When the needle is down and the thread loops around the bobbin - right before the take up lever snugs up, thread snags on that rough spot and breaks. I don't have the right stuff here to buff it away. So the wait for parts begins.
Kind of the way the summer went here. The town for some reason decided to re-do my road. It began in April and ended in August; 3 major power hits, 23 hours of missed work, and $400 in machine parts. If I had to spend any more time listening to the backup beeps of the construction trucks I'd scream. I miss the potholes-the speedway stinks.
Now you might start thinking that I make this stuff up right? This was the view from the workroom one Saturday. Yep, the backyard was on fire. It came up from the open land behind the house- fast! It took 3 fire companies, 2 planes, 1 helicopter, 1 forest service truck, and a big group of hardworking firemen to put out.
I'm off to the workroom to do what I can with what I have- right now.