In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Today is the day to honor broken and used needles. Mine are not broken--I don't usually break them although I can bend a beading needle into the most unusual shape--but, due to my somewhat (ahem) acidic nature, I tend to wear the finish off instead. These are the needles you see above, their use fulfilled.
I understand that in the traditional Japanese ritual, the needles are ceremonially buried. I have been thinking about this, off and on all day.
And it occurred to me, probably because I hit that milestone birthday last year, that the greatest honor is to continue to feel wanted and needed, that even if you're not the shiniest needle in the book, you are still important. Therefore, my needles are staying with their friends in my needlebook.