I must’ve been about eight or nine at the time.
He’s semi-retired now, spending his days in my old sewing box with other picturesque but not always useful vintage bits and bobs (metal patchwork templates, thimbles, tape measures, bits of trim, nanna’s blunt sewing scissors, etc).
I’ve made a few pincushions since then.
My day-to-day pincushion is a mini one, cobbled together from one of my first attempts at log cabin patchwork.
It is tiny enough to fit into the little sewing tin that I slip into my bag whenever I need to transport sewing around.
It also hangs neatly from my sewing machine’s knob, so that I don’t lose it under the surrounding chaos of fabric scraps.
Yesterday I unearthed a matching patchwork block, another from those early attempts. It was lurking in one of my fabric stash bags.
So I made another pincushion. A bit bigger, for those times when mini is just too small.
I gave myself a spot of piping practice, as its a while since I piped. I don’t want to lose my touch.
And backed it with a reject half square triangle block left over from a commission.
So now I have a pincushion pair.
So project pincushion is complete.
Poor old pin-hog can continue his retirement in peace.