You crossed the line first, sir

Linda - 0; sewing machine - 1 


The sewing machine I have at home is too small to do any productive sewing.  And it requires the aid of two men.  


A.K.A. momma Peng and me. 


One of us would hold the sewing machine down and press the "on" button, while the other moves it across the sewing machine so it stitches.  
Naturally, the sewing machine is supposed to move the fabric across on its own, but since the fabric I'm using is so thick, it doesn't move.   At all.
The reason why one of us has to hold the sewing machine in place is because it wobbles.  It's too darn light. 


So here's the thing, one of us would ready ourselves with the fabric, and the other would say "ready?"  the other would nod, and then one of us would scream "AND ACTION" and press the "on" button while the other stitches away.  If the stitcher wants the sewing machine to stop, she'd scream "CUT" and the other person would press the "off" button.  


I'm tempted to film the entire process of making the sweater, it's beyond hilarious.  


It's hectic in the Peng household these days, I tell ya!