Needles to say... |
When I went to school and we had classes in handicraft, I thought that it was fun. We got to try to stitch, crochet, knit, color fabric and make tiny cute fluffy Moomin characters. We had even lessons in how to use a sewing machine.
It was then that crazy thing happened. I was around 12 years old and sat infront a sewing machine. I had my fabrics ready, my thread and I just had to ”hit the gas”. And did I hit the gas! The needle went fast and right through my index finger on the right hand. With thread and all. No blood, but I had a dark blue thread through my finger. And it hurt. I must have been pale and near to faint. My friend helped me and we did not say a thing to the teacher.