“buttons that have forgotten they’re buttons”
Old school, isn’t it?
I was very industrious this past weekend, and Sunday was for sewing. I fixed half of the t-shirt quilt (that I had screwed up the week before) and was in the middle of a long seam for the binding when — whoooops! — out went the bobbin thread.
Nothing I did worked. Nothing. I even got out the instruction manual, which instructed me to do exactly what I was doing. Frustrating! I’ll figure it out, but in the meantime … it’s time to fix some minor problems.
I generated a lot of thread snips — and the cat loves to eat thread — and I remembered.
My mother had an old (old) plastic container that she kept in the cabinet of the sewing machine, and tossed all the scraps and snips inside. I think hers was from coleslaw, or something? Maybe 1960’s coleslaw? It was very old when I was a child. I’m sure she’d still be using it now if her machine worked.
I am far far too classy to use an old coleslaw (?) container — clearly! — so this is a good solution both for the thread snips and the pins that roll about underfoot and embed themselves in ones flesh …
And it uses a sliver of fabric from Crystal, quilter extraordinaire.