Flatlock Stitch, You Are SO My B*tch.

For my readers' pleasure, I have composed a short poem recounting my struggle to get a balance flatlock stitch.  Many of you will understand.  Okay, maybe like one of you will understand.

Flatlock Stitch

Flatlock stitch, you are my bitch.
Laying so neat and straight.

Tension I changed, threads I arranged, no matter and no success.

Until this fine day, whence the dials so gay,
The stars and strings aligned.

My serger subdued,
Sewist ego now trued,

All manner of seams are mine!

Seventeen test strips later:

BWAAAAAHHH HA HA HAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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