I was in my waking up state where I turn over a number of times before I look at the clock to see what time it is. It's always dark when I wake up so I never know if I'm just changing positions or if it's really time to get up.
Early Monday morning I was laying on my back. I pushed my left hand under my hip because I was close to the edge.
Gasp! I felt the metal shaft of a pin.
I carefully grabbed hold of it and pulled it out from under me. As I pulled, I felt thread glide under my backside.
IT WAS A NEEDLE!!!
I had been sewing on a binding in a chair by the side of the bed before I turned out the light at bedtime.
The good news is that in my tossing and turning all night long, I wasn't pricked. (Although I did tie a great knot in the thread).
The other good news is that when I was ready to sew the binding - I didn't have to search for the needle.
I'm sure you all have an experience with finding a needle the uncomfortable way. I really lucked out this time.
Here is are cartoon about needles.
Robin
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3 comments:
Oh, wow--I have never found one in my bed before. Glad there was not a wound involved!
Cute cartoon. :)
What an uncomfortable story. I am glad you were not badly injured.
Oh, ouch! What a surprise. When you said thread was attached I was concerned that the needle had gone through one side of your hand and out the other with the thread trailing behind. Glad that wasn't so! I usually quilt on a couch in our family room and often stick the needle in the edge of the couch below the arm rest where no one can sit. But I know I'll get poked one of these days. So glad you weren't hurt, Robin. What a funny cartoon. I always wondered about the conversations between needles....
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