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My thoughts on the Pfaff Quilt Expression 4. I purchased the Pfaff Quilt Expression 4. I do all my piecing and binding on the machine (quilting on a Mega Quilter) and so far it has done 1. For reference sake, my previous machine was a Pfaff 2. There was nothing wrong with the 2. I was doing so much quilting, some of the features that the 4.

Pros– Dual lights.  Especially since I do so much of my sewing in the evenings.– The presser foot can be controlled by the foot pedal.– IDT (previous machine had it too but is definitely a plus if you’re coming from another brand)– Needle down/foot up option.  Great for chain piecing and appliqué.– Large foot pedal.  Never thought this would be a pro or con, but it’s actually really nice.– I like the tie- off style of this machine better than the 2. Low bobbin indicator.  The 2.

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul. Okay, so from time to time somebody would create a thread looking for an old story, asking to repost it. Sometimes here on /lit/, sometimes in /req/ which seems more.

It cuts your threads for you!– Dual tension plates for the needle thread and bobbin thread.  If you’ve ever wound a bobbin without taking your needle thread out first, you’ll appreciate this! Cons– Sewing with the included 1/4″ foot is horrible. Problems include: – fabric is ‘eaten’ by the machine at the beginning of every seam– fabric tends to veer off to the left (leaving you with 1/8″ or 1/1. The IDT doesn’t help and you have to tug a bit by the back of the machine to get it over the hump.– The top fabric tends to bunch and become unaligned with the bottom fabric (even with IDT).– The bobbin is top loading.  That alone isn’t really a problem but they designed the bobbin cover so that it could be removed without removing the free- arm part but in the process of that, they made a dip right before you reach the needle and it will flip all your seams that you have so neatly arranged (hopefully that all makes sense).– Second thread spool holder is not nearly tall enough (that’s pretty minor but I usually sew with two spools of thread – one going to the needle and the second to wind bobbins so I don’t have to rethread every time. Ok, so yes, those are some pretty significant cons. The bobbin cover just downright annoys me.  I’m hoping they’ll come out with a table that I could use instead (or perhaps a new free arm?).  Honestly, I would have preferred to remove the free arm to change my bobbin than how they did it.  When you have you seams set and then they go through this hump/dip they flip.  Every time.  This is however a deal- withable problem.

The stitching problems are just downright ridiculous BUT THERE IS AN EASY FIX! Basically, you need to buy a new 1/4″ foot.  I’m not sure if the style I bought 2 years ago for the 2. I certainly hope so.  Sean and I both examined the feet and cannot see anything that would make the foot that comes with the machine stitch so badly.  But it does.  I pulled the old 1/4″ foot off of my 2. Put the new foot back on and all the problems reappeared. Some pictures (please pardon my linty cutting mat).  You can click on them for larger versions. The bobbin dip. The styles are different but none of these changes seem like it would cause these problems.

I oversharpened the next image to make sure the stitches were visible (I should have used black thread!).  In the fabric on the left the machine initially ‘ate’ the fabric and then tried to recover and the fabric veered to the left.  I never could hold and guide the fabric to prevent this.  The fabric on the right when straight in and has even stitches.  Both of these were fed in in the needle down/foot up scenario since that’s how I feed almost all of my fabrics for chain piecing.—–So that’s that.  Why does the foot cause so many problems?  Really, I have no idea.  I think it’s rather silly to have to buy an additional 1/4″ quilting foot for a quilting machine to stitch properly.  But at least it’s fixable right? Hopefully I got all my pros and cons in.  I’m sure there are more so feel free to ask questions if you have any._______UPDATE!  January 2. I’m still having a horrible time with this machine.  Fabric is still being eaten, though not as often since I switched feet.  It still doesn’t sew straight.  Whenever I go over a thick set of seams (not huge, but quilts get like that sometimes, ya know?) it doesn’t go over them and the stitch length regularity is horrible.  The thread cutter is horrible.  It keeps telling me there are jams when there are no jams at all.  I’ve disassembled everything when it does this and there is never actually a jam.  You just have to sit there and press the middle button over and over until it finally lets you sew.   So frustrated.  I wonder who I could sell it to?  I truly have buyer’s remorse at this point.  I figured it just had some quirks and I would get used to them but this is totally unacceptable for a Pfaff at this price._______RANDOM NOTE: August 2. I have moved past this machine. I stopped using it, bought something else and am done with the mess of the QE4.

I’m happy to leave the comments open to let everyone read and discuss as they please, but I don’t have much interest at all in participating (Hopefully that doesn’t sound grumpy! It’s not intended to be.

Song of Myself. Won't you help support Day. Poems? 1. 81. 9- 1.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself. And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their. I, now thirty- seven years old in perfect health begin. Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance.

Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard. Nature without check with original energy. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with.

I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the. It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it. I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked. I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath. Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love- root, silk- thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing. The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and. The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of. A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms.

The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag. The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields. The feeling of health, the full- noon trill, the song of me rising. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?

Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the.

But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now. Nor any more youth or age than there is now. And will never be any more perfection than there is now. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge. Always the procreant urge of the world.

Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical. I and this mystery here we stand.

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen. Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age.

Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they. I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean. Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be.

I am satisfied- -I see, dance, laugh, sing. Secret Millionaire Uk Episodes. As the hugging and loving bed- fellow sleeps at my side through the night.

Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes. That they turn from gazing after and down the road. And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent.

Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Trippers and askers surround me. People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and.

I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. Watching Sex And The City Series Online.

My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love.

The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill- doing or loss. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news. These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am. Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary. Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest.

Looking with side- curved head curious what will come next. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.

I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat.

Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning. How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me. And parted the shirt from my bosom- bone, and plunged your tongue. And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own. And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own. And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women. And that a kelson of the creation is love.

And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and. A child said What is the grass? How could I answer the child?

I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord. A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt. Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see.

Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic.

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Growing among black folks as among white.

Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men. It may be if I had known them I would have loved them.

It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers.

Darker than the colorless beards of old men. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues. And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the. And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses.

And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. I pass death with the dying and birth with the new- wash'd babe, and. And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good. The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth.

I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and. They do not know how immortal, but I know.).