My mom has had a serger for about ten or so years now. My dad gave it to her for a birthday or Christmas or perhaps the sales person said the right thing. However it happened, my dad got it for my mom.
We used it a bit when I was younger to make fleece hats and a few other things. Since then it has basically sat in my parents basement collecting some dust. My mom brought it to the sewing weekend and our good friend Cathy got it up and running again. This was no easy task since I guess it is darn near impossible to thread. A serger is an incredible machine because it finishes off a seam after it trims off the extra fabric. It looks like it could have come from a store.
This is me making some sweater pants and using it for the first time:
Some serious concentration.
And for now I have the serger in my posession. Yay! Thanks mom!
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