Serger N Sanity

A serger is to a seamstress what sutchers are to a surgeon. Necessary to finish the job properly.
A while ago, I was finishing all edges with my sewing machine, essentially leaving more work for me and leaving me with a less than professional garment. So I was wishin'......and hopin'.......and prayin'...........then, my Nona gave me her serger.
It changed my life, and my mental state of being.

These are the insides of a serger. There are 3 spools of thread and each of those threads must go through a series of obstacle courses, then through a tiny hole, somewhere on the machine. Thread any one of them a millimeter off the designated path, and you will find yourself in a therapy office somewhere. It will make you crazy.
This obstacle course is shown in the gray boxes above. One gray box is for one threading of one spool. Each spool, remember there are 3, has to go through this riggerous process...by hand with tweezers and mega bifocals. It is surgery, it is.
I have spent months trying to figure this operation out. Today, I graduated. I figured out this insane system of threading, then, just when I was throwing my graduation cap into the air, the needle broke off.
The needle that does the ACTUAL sewing on the serger, is by far the most challenging for me to thread. I put my tassle slung cap back on my head, put my bifocals back on and went to work.

This is a finished seam (edge) of a garment. This technique is done on a serger.
So, the next time you put on your shirt, your pants, your undies, remember what some surgeon of a serger professional went through to make your garment JUST RIGHT.