Oh dear oh dear oh dear - A seamstress's life is never dull. Sewing white lace onto a white cotta, having just turned down (as opposed to turned over; the difference a word makes! English language students beware) a glass of red wine, I suddenly find there's blood spurting everywhere. Fortunately I'd managed to rip my finger out of the way, so all the blood was on the carpet. I was cross - it was a new needle. It would have looked like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XI_iohFF_iw
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| Naughty sewing machine! Auriol's wonderful bobbin lace. |
except that I involuntarily pulled my hand away, so the flesh and nail ripped, and only half the needle remained stuck there. Just don't watch that thing if you are squeamish; I've only looked at the first bit, and thought - yep - that's what mine did, then I had to turn it off. Left index fingers on right handed people seem to be prone to this. In all the thousands of hours I've sewn over 4 decades, this is the first time I've ever done it, so don't be telling me to 'be careful'. I think it is the kind of thing that only happens once. T'owd man said he heard that you aren't a proper seamstress till you've done it.
I'm knitting fingerless gloves; it's bringing new meaning to the term.
I'm just going to change my dressing. I may need to sit down.
I know, I know, I know - I set my head on fire a few weeks ago. Whatever next......
(Thank goodness the bicycle tried to eat my finger the other day; I'm hoping that counts as three).
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