Halloween came and went. Halloween was on a Saturday. Tyler and I have not gone to a Halloween party for 4 years. I told Tyler we were going out. Bad idea.
This year I made Tyler's Halloween costume. I knew that Tyler wouldn't poo poo being Nacho Libre for Halloween so I decided a month ago that I would make this costume (being one of my new "wifely" duties). I needed to find some boots, women's underwear, cape, gold fringe, wig, mustache hair, and some extra material. For the past couple of weeks I have been searching, sewing, and dyeing things to put Ty's outfit together. It was all pretty easy until I had to channel my home-ec self and use my sewing machine.
I received my sewing machine as a gift a couple of years ago and have used it for numerous projects but haven't used it in the past year or so. I had a feeling that my machine wasn't going to agree it should work. Turns out I was right. Growing up, I feel like my mom was always swearing at her machine and I am pretty sure I did the same this week. Sometimes it was my fault but 85% of the time, the machine was the problem. In the end, the machine and I came to peace with each other and I finished everything but not after sewing, re sewing, petting and kicking my machine. It was a love/hate relationship.
I did it though and Tyler was a great Nacho. We encountered one other Nacho and Tyler was SO MUCH BETTER! (I was Encarnacion, Nacho's love in the movie)
The Machine: It is going to the doctor this week to get fixed. I diagnosed the problem (has to do with how the needle is sitting) so we'll see if it works better next time.