100 Happy Days #32
The kids used to say that if there was ever a fire, I’d yell for the kids to get out, then I’d grab my sewing machine. Well, that’s not entirely true. I would have gotten the kids out safely first, no matter what they thought, and then gotten my sewing machine out. I admit, I do love my sewing machine. But things have changed a bit, and perhaps gotten much simpler. Today, if, Heaven forbid, there was fire, I would still see that my family was safe, but then I’d grab my hook jar. This is my collection of crochet hooks that I’ve gathered through the years that are so perfect, I don’t ever want to be without them. See the big pink one on the middle left? I’ve had that silly thing since I was a teenager. Now that’s a long time! Notice that I’ve used it so much the enamel is worn off the top.
Luckily, I can just stuff the whole thing in my pocket and run…you know… on the way to wake the family…and get them to safety…
if there was ever a fire.
The sewing machine will have to fend for it’s self because I’ll be busy…
going back for the yarn.