Sewing involves the use of sharp pointy objects and is often done in the presence of distractions, such as curious children, so it is inevitable that accidents will happen. My daughters were reminding me yesterday at Sunday dinner about one memorable day when I actually sewed myself. I can’t remember what I was making, but my little girl came up to my right hand side and said something, and I stupidly looked at her and sewed right through my finger. I jerked my hand away reflexively, breaking the needle off from the machine but leaving it in my finger. Knowing that the serious pain would start pretty soon, I started hopping up and down to distract my brain (amusing my daughter very much) and hopped to the phone. I stood there hopping frantically while I called my Dad and explained the situation. He rushed to his car, drove across town with a pair of pliers, and after I hopped to the front door and let him in, he pulled the needle out of my finger. My hero!
My finger healed remarkably quickly with no scar except on my daughter’s psyche. She still laughs when she remembers it.