“Hem your blessings with thankfulness
so they don’t unravel.”
I have a thing about pincushions. I really ought to look into it. I know that Snow White felt like a pincushion and it took a prince to fix things for her. I just like to be able to find my pins. I use these myself. One is on my cutting table and one is next to my sewing machine. They are 6×6 and filled with poly pellets. Every woman I have ever given one to says:
“Oh, my . . . what a bright and cheerful little pincushion. Isn’t it soft and squishy? Will you look at those cute, little straight pins?”
That’s good enough for me.