Frosty morn

 

Woke up to a frosty morning - not this view, unfortunately, but frosty nevertheless. 

I say "woke up", but as the whippet had cried three times in the night (4ish for a spot of business in the garden, 5ish and 6ish because he was cold and we'd forgotten his pyjamas) I wasn't really asleep...

The above is Mother's track to the cottage in Wales, taken in February.  I forgot to take my camera out this morning , too busy being cold with hands shoved in pockets.  Also too busy being tired and too busy trying to recover from last night's teaching - an observed teaching session.  In other words, someone came and sat in the corner going through my file, then kept trying to chat to me but was unable to due to:

• five machines with tension issues
• one machine continually snagging the thread on the needle and needing constant rethreading. 
• two people with embroidery feet they didn't know how to fit
• one embroidery foot inexplicably jamming up and stalling the machine
• several cases of people stitching their hoops into their work
• one wonderful textural example of what happens if you leave the presser foot up whilst free machining
• one exploding foot pedal, complete with acrid smoke

Could have been worse - the three who removed their feet altogether could have stitched through their fingers.

(That last sentence only makes sense if you are a  machine embroiderer).