Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Pin It Weekly #146
This week I'm pinning pincushions! Why not, right?
I'm just nuts enough to keep my pins separate. Only yellow head quilting pins can go into one particular pincushion. Needles have their own tiny tomato. Applique pins go on a red satin pincushion that was a gift. And so on.
Why? you ask. Because I can. Most of my life, studio, home, work is a disorganized mess. Most of it. There's no avoiding it. Life is a mess. Teaching adolescents is messy. Teens are messy! My family is messy. Richard may clean now, but that's a new thing.
Anyhoo, there is something I can control. Pins and needles happen to be the something. There, that's the whole of it.
I can control pins. I happen to be able to control needles. By the way, don't push every pin deep into the cushion in my house! Oh my goodness! Devils are less evil. I like my pins so that I can easily remove them. If the pins are shoved into the cushion, I have to dig them out.
I don't like digging pins out. Therefore, do not shove them in. Ask a grandchild. Hands off the pincushions. Run with scissors, no problem. Dump the trash on the floor, who cares?
Play with the pincushion, go ahead, see what happens. Grammay will not be happy!
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I love a nice pincushion, though mine would give you the heebie-jeebies - all sorts of pins and needles shoved in together (and now the cats have worked out how to pull the pins out with their mouths so everything is pushed right down too).
Oh, mine get messy, too! But when the heebie-jeebies (love that word) hit, I just have to fix it all. I have one pincushion that holds all the mismatched pins--the ones from shirt collars, strays that found their way to my house, and so on. I don't know what to say about the cats. Oh wait, how about training them to separate the pins into groups! Wouldn't that be wonderful? You stick everything into one pincushion and the cats come along and put them in order. Now that would be a fancy trick!
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