As the daughter of a seamstress, we've always had these around the house. We'd take all the straight pins out, make patterns by sticking them through the skin of our palms and then put them back. I'm surprised my hands didn't fall off because of all the abuse they endured. I'm also surprised we didn't step on pins - ever. I can't remember a time that I stepped or sat on a pin. My hubby isn't so lucky.Monday, March 8, 2010
Red
My family calls me Red. They have for as long as I can remember. So this week the topic is RED!
As the daughter of a seamstress, we've always had these around the house. We'd take all the straight pins out, make patterns by sticking them through the skin of our palms and then put them back. I'm surprised my hands didn't fall off because of all the abuse they endured. I'm also surprised we didn't step on pins - ever. I can't remember a time that I stepped or sat on a pin. My hubby isn't so lucky.
As the daughter of a seamstress, we've always had these around the house. We'd take all the straight pins out, make patterns by sticking them through the skin of our palms and then put them back. I'm surprised my hands didn't fall off because of all the abuse they endured. I'm also surprised we didn't step on pins - ever. I can't remember a time that I stepped or sat on a pin. My hubby isn't so lucky.
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