I put my daughter to bed and went back in to finish one of my small projects. I sewed one side with no problem. I pulled it off to trim some threads and went back to finish the other side and the presser foot I was just using was now falling off as well.
*Insert more than a few swear words*
Now helpful husband is telling me to just shut everything down and worry about it later. And I tried to do that. I really did. But a broken sewing machine is like another sick child to me. It's worrisome. And here's where I really go left... I start imagining that someone has sneaked into our home and used my sewing machine during the day while I was gone. That's the only logical explanation. That or the sewing fairies. Take your pick...
Yeah, I know. C-r-a-z-y