My mother gave me a sewing machine for Christmas last year. I've discovered I love to sew. I think it's an addiction, because when I'm sewing it's difficult to stop, even to eat. I just started a new project the other day but I've somehow managed to break my machine. All my needles keep breaking no matter what, and it seems to be because they're hitting the bobbin housing. Greg, being Greg, took the machine apart and he thinks he's diagnosed the problem, but I'm going to have to take it to be repaired. Bummer. I've got the kitchen table clogged up with a half-done project, and I'm getting the shakes from withdrawal.
Here are my rather impressionistic photos of his diagnostic process. My poor machine! All torn apart! Greg was scolding Ethan in the first one, hence his rarely seen sternness: