Bless You Sister Margarita

Whohoo, it's Friday again and time for another finish!

I quilt on Mom's short-arm machine (love it...usually).  None of that rolling and scrunching on my little Featherweight unless it's a fairly small sized piece.  So, last night I was trying my best to get this one quilted but the gods weren't smiling on me and the entire process was as much fun as sticking my tongue in a light socket.  I swear the thread broke more times than I could count...then it started in with this awful rackety-rack-rack noise...sounded like a machine gun.  Take cover!!

Mom was shooting me these looks that said What are you doing to my machine? so I decided to take it apart and give it a good cleaning even though she'd just brought it back from being serviced.

So, here I was eyeball level with this thing, vacuuming the heck out of it and working it over like there was no tomorrow.

Hmm, I think I just made myself sound like a hooker.  Anyhoo...

It was full of lint and excess oil so I cleaned all that up and changed the needle for good measure.  A little less noisy, but still quite a bit of thread breakage.  Ooo-kay.

Mom must have sensed I was on the verge of machine-icide, so she did what any good quilter would do.

She offered me a margarita.  I nearly trampled the poor woman to get to the kitchen.

I don't care what They say about not quilting and drinking, but I swear y'all that frozen cocktail must've mellowed me just enough to muddle through the rest of that quilt because it. is. done!

I'm on the hunt today for different sized needles and will hope that this solves the breakage problems.  Wish me luck!

I'm linking up to the nice ladies of crazy mom quilts, amylouwhosews and confessions of a fabric addict and to Richard at richard quilts.

Happy quilting, y'all!

UPDATE: OCTOBER 18, 2012
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