I think I just did the impossible. I was sewing a dress for my granddaughter, and somehow, I sewed right through my finger. I am not sure if the needle broke when it sewed into my fingernail, or if it broke when I pulled my finger back.
But I was quick to yell to DH, "Get the pliers." He answered, "I'm on the phone."
And I replied, "I don't care, get the blankety blank pliers."
When he finally found them, and saw the needle sticking straight up out of my nail, he hestitated.
I thought, oh great, I'm gonna have to go to the ER.
Then he rallied, and yanked it out. And I immediately soaked it in peroxide.
But damn, that hurts.
And I didn't think to get a photo. Honest, it never crossed my mind. You might not have enjoyed it anyway.
I have not had a good time with sewing machines today.
Today, I tried to get it up and running, and the top thread broke about 100 times.
I finally quit, and said enough.
The beach in Maine is always a favorite of mine.
See him smile?
One place we like to go is on the rustic side.
Paper towels hanging over the tables, condiments in a bucket.
Fisherman's Catch. Wells Beach, Me
Definitely not fancy.
And I LOVE my clam chowda.
These were the fish (haddock) tacos at Fisherman's Catch, and I could have them once a week.
They were that good.
When Roy wasn't walking on the beach, or sniffing out the nature trail, he liked this position.
It's one of his favorites.