You know you’ve been sewing too long when you start hearing voices… from your pincushion.
Last night, I was happily finishing a Halloween bunting when my bobbin ran out halfway through a pumpkin. “Typical,” I muttered. But when I turned around, the bobbin case had vanished. Completely gone. I searched everywhere – under the table, in the machine, even in the biscuit tin (don’t ask). Nothing.
Then came a tiny clink. The bobbin rolled slowly out from under the fabric stash like something from a low-budget horror movie. I swear it was glowing. My cat, Frank (Sir Whiskers), refused to go near it – and this is a cat who once attacked a rotary cutter.
Maybe it was static. Maybe it was my overactive imagination. Or maybe, just maybe, my sewing room is haunted by the ghost of an impatient seamstress who can’t stand messy thread tension. Either way, I’ve started saying “goodnight” to my sewing machine, just in case.
If you hear faint whirring after midnight, don’t panic – it’s probably just me… or is it? 🎃🧵👀
Poppy x
