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Looking for a Needle in a... Pincushion
by Sheindel Bulman
Soon after my wedding, or maybe just before, as part of my
trousseau, I bought a pincushion -- a pretty little stuffed
cloth tomato.
About a week ago, I needed a needle, so I took out my
pincushion. Alas, there wasn't a single one on it. As I was
about to put it back in the drawer, thinking, I'll have to
get a new package of needles, I felt something sharp
inside it.
I squeezed the tomato from all sides and a needle came out.
Right behind it, another needle tip came out. I felt another
pin prick on the first side of the pincushion and squeezed. I
pulled and out came another two.
I kept squeezing and pushing for several hours. Every time I
took one out, I felt another one coming. To make a long story
short, or rather, to come to the point, at the end of the
day, when the pincushion was finally, thoroughly empty, I had
taken out
One Hundred and Seventy-Seven Needles. Fifty years worth!
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My daughter now told me that in order to prevent the needles
from disappearing into the pincushion, they should be
threaded with a knot at the end.
Live and learn.
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