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Sally can be sew right!

Snuggles out the window

SAINT AUGUSTINE – Okay, I can’t ignore the obvious.  Anne Heymen recently wrote a column called “Thread a needle?  I think ‘knot.’  My response back would have to be: “I think sew.”

Over the years she has shared with me her inability to be ‘Susie homemaker.’  I guess she wasn’t kidding.  As the author of “Keeping You in Stitches”, that would mean opposites attract.  I’ll tell you how to find a needle in a haystack (she was looking for a needle)…just walk through it in your bare feet. “Bam”, found immediately.  When God was handing out the sewing gene in my family, much like Anne’s, He didn’t exactly go overboard.  No one in my family sewed very much, except for my mother’s mother, Grandmother Kerr.  She taught me to sew on a peddle sewing machine  and I guess I just took it to the excess.  I decided to make sewing my life and frankly it turned out pretty great.

Anne had a friend that would help her fix things but unfortunately she has “gone aloft.”  Well, Anne, let me make you this offer…..”Dear, you collect all the things that need repair and I’ll fix them for you.”  How’s that for a great deal?  I have a feeling I’m going to get a phone call and she will say to me, “are you being serious.”  For you Anne, of course.

As we all grow up we need to find that special talent we can share in life.  Usually it is the last thing you would ever dream it would be.  I was headed toward nursing…made a sharp turn at the sewing table and my life completely changed.  Now that I’m retired, I don’t sew much anymore because my eyes aren’t 20/20, my back hurts, and “I just don’t want to” because I sewed 24/7 for a long time.  It is time for someone younger to run with the torch.

Now I have to admit something.  Just the other day I needed to sew a button on a shirt and like Anne, I was looking for a needle.  I have tons of sewing equipment, you name it, I have it, but I could not find a simple needle.  I went through drawers, cupboards, pin cushions and more, but no needle.  Then I remembered I too used the last needle on a splinter.  I knew where I put that needle.  And there it was.

So Anne, we all have our crosses to bear. Maybe the question comes down to asking ourselves “SEW what?”

Who really cares?



About Sally Cowan (50 Articles)
After Keeping You in Stitches for over 45 years, Sally enjoys her memories of events that happened on her way to retirement. Author of 6 books, lectures, teaching, and TV host on PBS and now has time for her many cats and Snuggles, the dog. She also loves playing trumpet in the Anastasia Baptist Church orchestra.

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