{Annie} On The Importance Of A Proper Pincushion

I can remember when I was little she always had Creative Circle kits for me to work on.  I remember one in particular was a duck in a bathtub. It was the hardest one I had done so far. She would help me with the more complicated stitches. I would sit for hours working on it.

Then I got older, my interests changed…we didn’t craft much together for a long time.

She called one day out of the blue about ten years ago and said “I need a quilt and I’d like you to help me make it.” How could I say no? She had fostered a love for crafting in my mother and me for literally as long as we both can remember. How could I not drop everything to help her?

So that’s what I did.

We spent the weekend at my mom’s…the three of us cutting, sewing, and pressing. We each had our jobs.

I had designed the quilt beforehand based on what she wanted. I sewed. My mom pressed.

And Annie…well…Annie was in charge of the pins.

When we first arrived and started setting up, she took a quick glance at my pincushion and gave me a look that only Annie could give. “Nickels, is that really how you keep your pins?” I was caught.

And that’s how she got her job.

She quickly organized the pins by color and purpose.

She sat beside me and handed them to me when I needed them.

When I finished with a pile of them, she slowly and very neatly put them back in their proper position.

And now, every single day, when I sit down to sew, I take the time to put each pin back in its proper place.

Every time I walk into my craft room and see my perfectly arranged pincushion, I think of her, and miss her so very much…especially today.