A SIGN OF A LAZY SEAMSTRESS IS A NEEDLE WITH A LONG THREAD.
Several years ago I worked as a cook for a residential care facility.. During break time I would pull out my hand sewing. I’m not one to sit idle for very long and I needed to keep up with orders. My thread tends to be too long, I will admit to that. It just seems to make sense so that I wouldn’t have to re-thread as much!
My best advice came from a lady named Tina. She was an immigrant from the Netherlands during WWII. I remember her telling me one time about the trip over on the ship. They each had a suitcase and the baby was in the buggy. That was it for possessions. She and her husband Henry came to Pella and made a life here. Several more children were born (6 in all). They were both cheerful and pleasant residents.
When she gave me the advice about the long thread it was as tho she was repeating what her mother had said to her when she was a young girl. I still don’t make my thread any shorter, so I can’t say I have learned my lesson. But every time I get a snarl in my long thread I think of Tina.
Ugh! Those tangles; someday I will learn!
With age comes wisdom. Take a minute to reflect on these.