Well, I took my cranky sewing machine to the shop yesterday and it ran perfectly. No knots, no racing after I took my foot off the pedal, no nothing.
It was a young woman (really, almost a girl) who waited on me. I think she looked at me with a little pity. “Oh, just another little old lady who got it wrong”.
This is where I go:
Perhaps the young woman was not pitying me, but I was embarrassed!