The Lesson

“Today I am going to teach you how to fix the serger.”

My words were greeted with a look of pure horror.  With its complicated array of threads and scary looking technical parts that periodically just refuse to play nice with others,  our serger is known for striking frustration and terror into even the bravest of souls.  I had grimly promised Logan a session in troubleshooting the beast and now the day of reckoning was upon us.  I was scheduled to be out of the shop for the next few days and I knew that the serger would definitely choose to quit during my absence.  I had always joked that  my job security was assured due to the fact that I was one of the few that could brave the mass of moving parts and re-thread the monster, but , out of necessity, it was time to give up my McGyver crown and pass along the torch.  For those of you familiar with our kits and patterns, the serger is the machine that we use to provide a nice finished edge to our patterns, ensuring that they should not become unravelled during  the process of hooking .  It works almost in reverse to a sewing machine, as it cuts a clean edge and binds at the same time.  In fact, picture a sewing machine on steroids. You are faced with four intimidating ways of threading four individual needles-all of which must be done in a special order. Yep-job security at its best.

Logan  bravely took a seat in front of our nemesis as I pulled open the front casing, displaying the innards of the machine or, as I like to call it, the ‘BOWELS OF MORDOR’.  A complicated array of metal bits and levers interspersed with an intimidating Cat’s Cradle of heavy thread stared back at us, visibly taunting my young friend.  She gulped and stared at me, silently begging to be let off of the hook.  Being fairly heartless, there was absolutely no way I was letting her go at this point.  So we began…I explained the complexity of the job, which is actually deceptively simple once you understand the order and educated her on all of the technical jargon, like, ‘grabby bit’, ‘pointy thing’, and various other important terms that every knowledgeable  McGyver apprentice should know.  Moment of truth:   I cut all of the threads off and left her  alone to reassemble it, sweat beading on her brow and hands shaking slightly as she took up the challenge.  A surprisingly few minutes later she called it finished and I went over to inspect her work.  A whoop of delight erupted as I pronounced it perfectly done, quickly followed by a groan of dismay as I cut all of the threads  and gestured back to the machine.


By the third re-threading, she was getting more confident and called me over to inspect her work with surety in her voice.  This time, she cut the threads herself and giggled, confidently returning to the task at hand.  Score: Logan:4/Evil Serger:0

I was more than rewarded the next day when I received a photo from Georgina, our lovely manager.  My Logan, confidently re-threading the beast in my absence.

Kudos, young grasshopper, I always knew you could do it, you just had to convince yourself.  Congratulations.