So I’ve been working on a Pendrell (with a twist) for over a week now, but nothing to show yet. Partly because I spent hours and hours tidying the house for our first viewer since August – though on the plus side our spare room now looks like this:
And thus has plenty of space for the ironing board. Sewing machine and iron in one room. Why has it taken me so long to realise that this is a much better idea than running up and down the stairs for every other seam. Sigh.
We’ve also had a noise issue with our next-door-neighbour, who has two puppies who stay home while she’s at work. Waking up to continuous barking that can easily last 3 hours has been seriously not good for Mr B’s and my outlook on life. (Thankfully, after the last conversation we had to have, they now stay in a run at the end of the garden – still barking at times, but far enough away that we can ignore it easily.) However: she has commented on the thinness of the walls (true) and a ‘grinding noise’ that she sometimes hears upstairs… could it be… not my sewing machine? I’ve always tried to avoid sewing early in the morning or late at night anyway, but now every time I’m using my machine, I feel incredibly conscious about it. Am I just creating more fuel for the fire?
So, instead of going all out to complete the Pendrell tonight, I put the finishing touches on this little chap:
I’m counting this as last week’s project story, just a day late, so I can spend the rest of this week gritting my teeth for my Pendrell project, and sewing in short and precise bursts.
Has your sewing machine ever caused an issue with your neighbours?