This story is about finding that proverbial needle in a haystack. I know I am not alone in that you can find me with a needle in my hand in places other than in my sewing studio at a machine. Places such as but not limited to…
- The kitchen table
- Living room (in a variety of spots)
- Front porch
- Picnic table
And where ever you may have a needle you can lose a needle.
In my sewing studio, there are pins and needles everywhere. There is a recommendation that you wear shoes. I know I can be as careful as can be and ask my students to as well. But pins have a habit of multiplying when you are not looking and almost always on the floor, and hardly ever in a magnetic bowl, that I have all over the place.
My husband is not too keen on the thought of a lost needle so I am very careful. There are times when I am sewing elsewhere that I have dropped a pin or needle but I always find it and quickly at that.
A few weeks ago, while sewing on a binding in the living room I lost the needle I was using. I searched very carefully on the cushions, floor nearby and quilt. It wasn’t until I laid the quilt out and gingerly ran my hand over the quilt while looking with eagle eyes. My eyes did not see it, but my hand did. Or I should say the pin found me. Phew. Last thing I need is a needle in the rug, couch or quilt for some unsuspecting soul to find lodged in a body part.
It happened again a few days ago. Only I couldn’t find it. Both my husband I searched the cushions, area around it, both sides of the quilt. Several times. And several more times. It did not turn up anywhere. Until yesterday. Can you see it?
I had put the newly threaded needle in the quilt, grabbed the scissors to cut the previous tie off ends and put the scissors down. The naughty needle must have used that opportunity to hitch a ride on the scissors back to the table, where it stayed well hidden.
I am so glad I found that needle.
What hidden stories of missing pins or needles do you have?
Relived on the Journey, Jackie