Murrmurr
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- Sacramento, California
Just for something to do, I decided to organize the bits and bobs of all my sewing notions yesterday. I have these 3 pin cushions that my grandmother made for my grandfather, who owned a tailor's shop. I don't use pin cushions, so I decided to pull the hundreds of pins out of the cushions and put them in this flat-ish steel cup with a lid that I use instead. One of the pin cushions felt weird after all the pins were out. It felt like a few had managed to get down inside the thing, or else a couple of needles did, as happens sometimes. 

I squeezed the pin cushion until I squeezed out the eye and shank of a needle, and accidentally tore a little hole in the old pin cushion when I pulled it out. I felt bad, it being grandma's homemade pin cushion and all. But, squeezing the thing again, it felt even weirder, I felt friction, so I said "screw it" and ripped it open a little more.
First off, it was packed with sawdust. You don't see that anymore. I imagine it wasn't nearly as easy for grandma to fill this thing with sawdust than with batting cotton or some synthetic fluff. But when I ripped it open that little bit more, I saw the eyes of 4 more needles, and I kind of hated to but I kept digging, and I kept finding needles, lots and lots of needles.
So, grandma's handmade pin cushion was sacrificed, but I found a total of 47 of my grandfather's old sewing needles, all various sizes, and a few of them are micro-thin! You don't see micro-thin ones these days, except maybe at some specialty shops or maybe online (they are considered extremely hazardous). Grandma probably made that pin cushion in the 40s, maybe the 50s, and one of the others is much older. The needles are an even greater treasure.
I put grandpa's old sewing needles in a little vintage bottle that has a cork stopper, and set it on a display shelf in our livingroom - in among some pottery that my oldest granddaughter made years ago. And along with sentimental value, it's a funny reminder of how, when I worked in his shop, Gramps used to scold me big time whenever he caught me sticking a sewing needle into a pin cushion.


I squeezed the pin cushion until I squeezed out the eye and shank of a needle, and accidentally tore a little hole in the old pin cushion when I pulled it out. I felt bad, it being grandma's homemade pin cushion and all. But, squeezing the thing again, it felt even weirder, I felt friction, so I said "screw it" and ripped it open a little more.
First off, it was packed with sawdust. You don't see that anymore. I imagine it wasn't nearly as easy for grandma to fill this thing with sawdust than with batting cotton or some synthetic fluff. But when I ripped it open that little bit more, I saw the eyes of 4 more needles, and I kind of hated to but I kept digging, and I kept finding needles, lots and lots of needles.
So, grandma's handmade pin cushion was sacrificed, but I found a total of 47 of my grandfather's old sewing needles, all various sizes, and a few of them are micro-thin! You don't see micro-thin ones these days, except maybe at some specialty shops or maybe online (they are considered extremely hazardous). Grandma probably made that pin cushion in the 40s, maybe the 50s, and one of the others is much older. The needles are an even greater treasure.
I put grandpa's old sewing needles in a little vintage bottle that has a cork stopper, and set it on a display shelf in our livingroom - in among some pottery that my oldest granddaughter made years ago. And along with sentimental value, it's a funny reminder of how, when I worked in his shop, Gramps used to scold me big time whenever he caught me sticking a sewing needle into a pin cushion.