I’m still working on my sewing machine tension problems from several days ago. Tomorrow I hope to make a tension study so that my issues will be clearly delineated when I take the machine for service. It has been very frustrating to not be able to do what I want to do because of technical difficulties. And I’m hesitant to start anything else until I get this resolved.
So, in light of all that, I worked on crocheting the rest of the snowflakes today. I’ve added quite a few since I last posted about them. Here are all ten finished and ready for stiffening.

Our grandfather clock is sick. Some of the chimes haven’t been sounding for awhile. And then it just quit. We could get it to run for five minutes and then nothing. We feel like we’ve lost an old friend, the familiar tick tock of the pendulum and the deep voiced gong of the hours.
Time for a trip to the clock doctor. It was a gorgeous day for a drive north through the mountains up to Randolf, Vermont. In an unassuming out building is a workshop filled with clocks of all kinds – all vintage and all running. It was alive with sound, the soft pit pat of the clock heartbeats and the occasional dulcet tones of the hour. Mr Sjobeck was a delight and after the initial exam, we left our clock movement in his loving hands. We look forward to the pleasant drive back to pick it up.










