Pincushions: Make Them, Collect Them and Use Them

Pincushions are functional, decorative and the best way to keep your sewing pins from winding up in various odd places around the house. If you don’t sew you could collect hat pins and use a fabulous pincushion to display them.

The first pincushion I remember using was my Grandmother’s standard tomato-strawberry pincushion. It was red with green embroidery, Made in China. Hers had two strawberries, hanging from the side.

That pincushion design started in the Victorian era. It probably came from the idea of having a tomato on the hearth for good luck in the home. When tomatoes were not available families would use a red ball stuffed with sawdust. At some point it became used to hold pins while the ladies were sewing. (There was a lot of hand sewing in those days).

I don’t know if my Grandmother’s pincushion was stuffed with sawdust. But the old way was to stuff the tomato with wool roving to prevent the pins from getting rusty. The attached strawberry was filled with abrasive to clean and sharpen the pins.

Pincushions are one of the pretty extras you can use when you sew. You can sew without using a pincushion. Just as you don’t really need a thimble, but the pincushion is tradition, adds history and elegance to the event. I don’t wear an apron when I cook, but I still like to look at patterns for sewing them and embellishing them. It’s not about what you need but more about what you want.

The pincushion needs to be the right size to not get in the way of your work, yet it has to hold a good load of pins as you work. It should have stuffing which is tightly packed so your pins don’t wobble around or sink right through up to their heads. I’ve seen very pretty pincushions which would be decorative but not very functional. If you buy a pincushion make sure it’s more than just a pretty face.

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I Know I Left it Somewhere…

Forgive me Diary, it’s been…. a long time since I’ve written. Not that I’m Catholic and guilty of anything in particular, I’m just using being busy with nothing much as an excuse.

I wonder what stuff is playing in your head as you read this? Do you have show tunes, oldies, or something entirely different? I’m hearing big band (I think that’s what it’s called). Earlier it was Rainbow Connection by Willie Nelson but that was because I heard it earlier (outside of my head but now, of course, it’s inside my head). Before, or somewhere between, I was listening to an orchestra and watching Fred Astaire dancing in a ballroom. His partner had a long, white glittery dress. But, it was all in black and white so in fact the dress could have been another colour entirely. These are the days of my head. A lot seems to be going on in there. Any time I stop to watch there are usually dancers of some sort. I like the Irish dancers and the fiddle music especially. Do other people have all this in their head usually? These are the things I wonder.

Now I’m thinking about that white gown and redesigning it. It’s starting to have a beach theme, there is a pattern like gentle waves along the hem, about five inches up the skirt from the bottom. Still all in white though. Sleeveless, just white straps at the shoulders, not those spaghetti straps (this is a dress she has to dance in after all, it wouldn’t do for her to have it falling off due to a strap breaking).  A hat would be kind of nice but impractical for the dancing. Still.. it’s my head and I can have her wear a hat if I want to. Something that looks like a partially squashed top hat, a bit informal like that. No veil this time. But it’s white and has the same snow-like glitter as the dress.

You’ve probably seen enough of my head now. About two days later and I still feel a bit weird headed after the clunk from the bow window. I must not have a concussion or anything to worry about. But maybe something is wobbling around up there. At least the headache isn’t very noticeable today. I can still spell my own name and I know what day it is (I looked at the calendar).  So I’m not worried about it, just keeping a check on myself till it all feels right again.

It is a lovely day today. The kind I like anyway. Just a non-weather kind of day. It’s a bit breezy and cool. My Mother the snowbird and gardener doesn’t care for it. But, for me it’s just about perfect. Not hot or humid. I could just about talk myself into going back to bed to enjoy it properly. It helps that I’m actually tired and would love to have an hour nap, or so.

Enough useless babbling. I do have stuff to do. I know I left it somewhere…

Indie Bloggers: They Eat Children Don't They?

Indie Blogger Challenge #14

119 Words regarding:

You get drunk and ride your friend’s Harley through an Amish apple butter store in Arthur, IL. You wake up in their barn, in overalls and ill fitting shoes wearing a goofy wide brimmed black hat/in a floor sweeping ginger dress wearing clogs and a stained frilly bonnet. The Harley is missing and there’s a barefoot nine year old kid holding a chicken standing in front of you. You try to sit up but the kid says:

“Your hair is stuck.”

My hair is glued to the barn floor with apple butter. It tastes pretty good once I remove the hay.

“So… How do I get out of here?” I ask.

“Why?” Says the kidlet.

I smile sweetly, stand up quickly – not grimacing too much as chunks of hair rip out of my head.

“They eat small children where I come from.”

He runs off, out of the barn. I turn to leave in the other direction.

Only to see his Amish Daddy standing there.

“Well, hello.” I say.

“Get to work.” He pushes a shovel into my hands. “Who eats small children?”

I start working, cause I just have nothing left to say right then. How can you top children eating?

Indie Bloggers Weekly Challenge

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Weekly Challenge Prompt #004: Wednesday, March 21 – 11:59 Tuesday, March 28.

300 words regarding:
You get really drunk on a cruise and wake up alone in your room wearing a Bahamian police uniform and a red cowboy hat. The door to your balcony is open and there is a midget’s tux on the chair. Security is pounding on your door.

“You get it Henry.” I shoved the midget to the door side of the bed and pulled the cowboy hat down over my eyes, shading out the sun coming in from the windows.

“I’m not getting it.” Henry moaned.

“It wasn’t enough that you had to pee on their damned cat… no…. you had to burn all my clothes while I was skinny dipping in their pool. It’s your fault I had to walk off with the police uniform. I’m so not impressed with you right now.”

The pounding at the door continued. I wondered if they would eventually just shoot their way in. Last night was so different. ‘Yes, Miss’ and ‘No Miss’ and ‘could you take off your clothes and go for a swim so I can win a bet Miss’… Men were all the same. Snots!

“Henry, get the bloody door! They probably want to know where you left the police car and then they’ll just leave us… well, me… alone.”

“I’m not answering that. They liked you but they weren’t so sweet to me. You just want to get rid of me.”

“You took the car, it wasn’t my idea. Did you really think they wouldn’t notice? Being short doesn’t make you invisible.”

“I’m going to be sick.” Moaned Henry.

I wasn’t about to stick around for more. I’d never gotten drunk before, I wasn’t going to do it, or Henry again. My room was next door, all I had to do was transport myself there. I took off the uniform, wrapped a towel around myself, climbed out onto the hotel balcony and wished myself good luck before climbing along the ledge.

Then I had the hottest, best shower of my life.

A Day for a Hat

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I went out this morning to make sure I didn’t miss getting the garbage out, again. I went to Zellers to get my money back on that spoiled coffee cream I bought there last week. I also bought a new winter hat and mittens. It is so cold out, not as bad as yesterday but still cold enough that I was wishing I had a hat while I was waiting for the buses. So now I do. It’s neon pink. The mittens are red and my coat is sort of a dull red. I’m going to make my own fashion statement. :)