Well here they are, all plumped up. I love 'em and the kids do too. They've been playing Santa families with them. Dad, Mum, kids, baby - they think it's particularly hilarious the baby has a beard.
He is a cute baby.
Remember this thing? I got the chance to buy some thread for this guy when I had the machine serviced.
I was hoping to power through all the machine quilting last night, but it was just a big ole mess. Loopy stitches, front and back, and a lot of time spent with the seam ripper.
After changing needles, rethreading bobbins and machine and playing with the tension I've come to the conclusion that this is the culprit.
It's first time I've used this Mettler silk finish cotton and methinks my machine hates it. Must be too silky. My machine likes a rougher, tougher thread - able to power through the work, resilient, consistent, but just enough softness to thrill the touch.
Where was I? Thread, yeah thread.
This all means I need to take another trip to the quilting shop for more thread. I'll stay closer to home and visit Aix, hopefully Saturday morning, if I can get up early enough.
This may be a problem given the mister and I have a hot date tonight, at this lovely place, in honour of Monday coming being our 12th wedding anniversary.
Yep, 12 years. Twelve looooong years. You get less for manslaughter. Je rigole, I am a very lucky woman, married to my own Hugh Jackman who's given me nothing but love, laughter and adventures (including 3 beautiful rug rats) for the 15 years we've been an item.
I love you, Schmoopy!
Bon weekend, tout le monde!