by Sandra | March 2nd, 2009
I admit it. I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I am no longer 25. The funny thing is, it is not the saggy body parts that really get me down but the fact that I almost can no longer thread a needle on my own with out help from a tool. For me this is a blow of catastrophic proportions.
I mean come on! I was the one who proudly threaded everyone else’s needles. I couldn’t understand how they couldn’t get that thread through that big eye for crying out loud. Almost in braggadocio fashion, I would, with little humility and a large patronizing grin of superiority, offer up my services for those who were impaired with threading a needle. Sometimes I would show off and thread several for them so they were ready to go immediately when they needed threading again.
Well you know what? Payback is a bitc*….well, um you get what I mean. I have officially received my come-uppance from Father Time and I am not too proud to say it. I am sorry for my sophomoric behavior and I bow my head.
So for those of you who need extra help threading your needles, the Clover needle threader is heaven sent. I could never continue my handwork without it. Well maybe I could, but with much difficulty and wasted time trying to hit that needle’s %&$#@ hole with that thread!
I guess now I need to figure out how to live with those sagging body parts. <sigh>
©2009 Sandra Leichner