You know that feeling when your pincushion seems to be mysteriously losing pins? You swear you put fifty in there last week, and now it looks like a hedgehog with bald patches. You start retracing your steps: maybe they’re in the sewing box… the carpet… the cat?
After a full-scale investigation (complete with flashlight and colourful language), you find them in the most unexpected places – stuck in a spool, wedged in the ironing board cover, and one bravely clinging to your jumper.
At this point, it’s not so much sewing as risk management. Still, I suppose it keeps us humble – nothing like an unexpected pin to remind you who’s really in charge of your sewing room.
So next time you lose a pin, just remember: it’s not gone. It’s simply lying in wait… for your foot.
Poppy x
