I reached for a pin in my pin cushion the other day and had to hunt around to find one. It was then I realized that the pin cushion contained a MESS of all kinds of pins and other tools, many of which I don’t even use.
Time for an overhaul. I removed everything from the old tomato and was surprised at some of the things I unearthed. This pin cushion had belonged to my mother, and I’m sure some of the things I discovered were leftovers from Mum’s sewing days.
I found all sorts of pins. The flower head pins don’t belong there, because I keep those in the pin cushion that hangs beside my flannel wall. The ones with the large pink heads belong downstairs with the longarm. T-pins and safety pins have homes of their own. I threw away all the thick, fat, ugly, bent, corroded pins; they almost filled up the old film canister that I use for Sharps disposal.
I thought the job was done, but when I looked more closely at what I thought was an empty pin cushion, I realized there were a few needles that had been pushed down inside. It called for pliers to get some of them out – I found 15! And some of them look too big to ever have fit inside the tomato. These I sorted out and put in storage (or discarded).
Then I refilled my pin cushion with lovely fine glass headed pins and put it back into the little pottery dish my son made in art class at school. Doesn’t that look better! Now I know that whatever I find when I reach out for a pin will be something useful and a pleasure to use.