Well hello there my fellow sewers! Or not. In that case; hello there my friends! It’s so good to see you ( metaphorically ) again. And you know I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Today I come to you wanting to start you in on all these progress updates on the work I’m doing on this sewing project, because that seams ( ha, seams, do you get it, huh? Do ya? ) like a really cool way to start off my first post in the Sewing category.
Unfortunately that is not what I have for you today. You see, I went to sit down and work on said project just a few hours ago, only to find that I had lost my last needle. Now, I know that the title of this post says ‘broke’, not lost, but you could say that I broke the trust that needle had in me, and that’s why it left. Also, out of the dozen pack of needles that I started with at some point in the near past, I did actually break a few, and let me tell you, having a sharp piece of metal fly at your face at high velocity is a terrifying experience. That shit could land in your eye. Though I suppose loosing a sharp needle somewhere you don’t know of is terrifying as well… I mean, you never know when it will show up again and randomly stab you, because you have no idea where it is, at all.
Really the point* here, is regardless of how I actually lost each one on my needles over time, they are gone, and “I Broke My Needles Again” is really the best sounding title for this.
So there you have it folks. I lose small sharp things that you can only find again by having them stab you at some point in the future.
Sit and step with caution at my house.
*Point. Another pun. I’m a genius.
Oh, how do you break a metal needle, you ask?
Well, don’t. Don’t ask. It makes no sense. I don’t know. I don’t know.
It just happens.
What I am instead going to do for you in the mean time while I wait to remember to head to the craft store and get more needles, is tell you a story.