Sometime in March I stitched this little pinkeep from a scrap. Nothing fancy, just functional. Pinning it to my apron keeps the needles easily at hand, and I don't lose them. But I learned the hard way that placing them horizontally results in my forearms being scratched!
My fingers don't much like pinching a needle, and the hand therapists told me to hold a needle for only 20 seconds at a time, stopping to give my fingers a rest and stretch them. Seriously? Are you kidding me? Can ya'll see me rolling my eyes? That was many years ago, when severe joint pain and swelling was making my now-gnarly knuckles almost unusable. But unlike my beloved Grandma, who never had the benefit of help from a certified hand therapist (always an occupational or physical therapist), I've been able to continue working with my hands.
Still, today, even without those breaks, it takes me a full 15 minutes to hand-sew a mere 6-inch long line of straight stitches. Goodness gracious. But this little dooliebob helps - no time wasted scrambling about searching for a lost needle, worrying it will make its way into a dog's mouth!
This small effort was a huge accomplishment for me, and though it has none of the finesse of my hand-stitching 30 years ago, when I had a small business doing custom sewing, it's finished. It. Is. Finished. I didn't let perfectionism get in the way of making it. And I'm proud of that. A little stitching, a tiny, imperfect project, is better than none. Use it or lose it baby!
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