Fears the serger

I borrowed a serger from my buddy Pam, with which to sew more baby wipes, and I think I am a little afraid of it. Something about "four thread feeds, two needles, and some weird sideways thingies that I'm not sure if I should call them needles or not" is a little intimidating. Maybe someday I will be rich, and thus be able to justify just buying the darn things.

Happy New Year!

My sauerkraut balls disintegrated in the pan, but hey, new year! Sleeping children! Mice in my house! Well, maybe... we caught four on the first day, and haven't seen any sign of them since, so maybe we caught them early and there were only four. Here's to hoping there are no fuzzies hiding in my walls.