Or more likely, my Little Brother. This is the pointy part of the pin in my fabric after being bitten in half by my machine blade. We've spent a good amount of time getting to know each other the past few days. While being pretty much exactly like a regular machine, it's so very different. I'm having serious trouble with the timing of removing pins. Because the presser foot is long and the needles are further back, I'll be sewing along, not realizing until it's too late that my chomping knife just sliced through another pin. I know. I know. That's bad. This Sunday afternoon, I chomped at least 4 pins. All on accident. I feel like I need to pin differently when using the serger, or not at all. I tend to use lots of pins. Switching to using few or none is very foreign. Another adjustment is that I don't know what to do with my hands. On my regular machine, my hands know their jobs and I don't even really have to think about it. They just do it. M...
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