Monday's Are Not My Friend

I had two calls yesterday from customers; both men. One of them stopped by later in the afternoon with his wife wanting a custom quilt (or three) done so it was an initial consultation. I don't normally build quilts for people, but I may make an exception here. 

That was the good part of the day. More business. The start was the news of Scotts passing and then just when I thought the day was ironing out, DW did something he's never done before...

Doesn't look like much, right?

The needle is barely going into the throat plate and then it hits the race. The piece the bobbin goes into. And just all of a sudden while taking the last line of stitching into Patty's quilt it banged, had a motor error, and severely bent the needle. And, of course, this all happened after my dealer was closed. After doing some of my own investigating I realized this wasn't something simple. I think he'll be heading to Lansing in the next few days. Looks like his timing is WAY off, or, let's just hope that's all it is. 

I'll be working on Bernie for the foreseeable future now so I have to get Diane's quilt off that's been hanging out there since Thursday and reload with her next one. But I still need to trim and prepare Patty's quilt for pick up. Thankfully, the weather has been cheerful because so far the week isn't starting out very well.