make & mend
August 25, 2019
Threading the needle is the hardest part.
Once I get the needle threaded and the fabric lined up, mending soothes me. The needle pulls through the fabric with a whispery rasping sound. My attention shrinks: the precise place to push the needle, the gentle working of the needle through the layers of fabric, the long slow tug to pull the thread through unsnarled.
Or sometimes snarled, and then the attention shrinks again to back up and untangle the thread, smooth it out again so it doesn’t snarl again by habit, and pull it through again more carefully.
The mending is soon done. My idle hands itch for more.