Uh, yeah, let's just say this is not my first time at this rodeo. Well, I take that back. This is the first one I've blown up but not the first one I've torn up. Hubby used to get frustrated when I was making lots of bags because I used a lot of fusible products and they like to stick to the iron. Then they mess up your clothes. Not fun. Here's the one that met it's maker the other day.
I was piecing and ironing, piecing and ironing, until...what is that smell? Yeah, electrical smoke pouring from the top of the iron. Since I sew in the basement, I unplugged it and got it outside as quickly as possible but not quicky enough because it set of the detector. Nice. My own musical interlude. I'm really having fun now. I left the door open until it aired out but I still had to turn the detector off.