Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
One of those “I’ll never forget moments.” Mt. St Helens had just erupted. I was on my way on a very special trip to Florida. I had just gotten all settled in my seat, there on the knee of my new slack suit was a nasty snag. The young lady in the next seat quickly came to my rescue and asked, “Do you happen to have a needle and thread with you?” I always carry such and was never so glad to have my small kit in my luggage.
Her hint, and I’ve used it many times since, push the back, or threaded end, of a needle from the wrong side of the garment at the base of the snag, pull the thread out away from the needle to form a loop, now pull the wispy snagged material between the needle and the threads of that loop you’ve made. Now pull the threads up tight alongside the needle and pull the whole mess to the wrong side. Quick as a wink your garment is as good as new.
There are several ways to repair those nasty snags — even little gadgets made especially just for such — but that one is still my favorite.
My youngest son, stationed then at Homestead Air Base, was treating mom to a week with him to see the Everglades, Key West and so much more. As our crew of guys and gals grew up we’d traveled and camped out all over, but never in Florida. It was a most memorable week.
Moms and dads everywhere, please take the kids out, when very young, to get acquainted with mother nature, away from the hustle and bustle of this madly rushing world to hear and see the wonders, the quietness, the stillness, the realness of this wonderful world around them. God’s world.
Get out to vote, be counted, but oh my goodness pray for whomever gets elected. Bye now.
Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265 Tonganoxie, 66086, firstname.lastname@example.org