My winter coat had a loose button this morning, and it needed tightening. It needed mending -- and that's when I realized it's been a great many years since I've even sewed on a button. The process was downright exciting, opening that jumbled drawer with all those spools of thread, and the cute little scissors, and yes, a thimble. Even a pincushion. If you'd asked me, did I own a pincushion, I wouldn't have known. But I do, I do!
Hard to believe, but long ago I used all that stuff -- to sew merit badges on boy scout sashes, to hem something we bought one size too big so (s)he could grow into it. The whole exercise triggered a trip into the way way past. Today I wasn't sure I'd be able to thread the needle, but I did! I could!
I still can!