There’s a hole in my finger, dear Liza, dear Liza.

I have a tin full of needles. And there are more in my pincushion. Needless to say, this situation is not conducive to having whole, un-spiked fingertips, particularly if like me you tend to sew in the evenings when the lights are dim and the brain is dimmer. Making a needlecase is something I have [...]

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