Since we married, 36 years ago, I have forbade my husband to use my Singer sewing machine. I, after all, was the seamstress. Didn't matter that I could run most of his woodworking tools quite well. If it was to be sewn, I would do it. But...things change, like a wheelchair and a new sewing machine. (Purchased, lovingly, by the dear husband.) This sewing machine has lots of super features, like push button start and stop, locking stitchings at the beginning and ending of the seam, and auto thread cutter. Thus, when Dear Dwight asked me to show him how to sew a seam I jumped at it:
I put the machine on it's slowest speed so he could keep all his fingers and sanity.
Ta-da...the first seam. Do I see a look of wonderment?
And then, the true carpenter. It is straight? Now, mind you, this is his first ever, ever seam. And, according to him it is NOT straight. I only saw one small wobble, one--his first seam. I told him that with his skill and perfectionism he could piece all my quilt tops...I haven't convinced him yet.