Showing posts with label scissors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scissors. Show all posts

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Common Household- Sewing

After reading through my co-bloggers posts, I've had a certain nostalgia come over me. I grew up in a home where both my parents worked, mom rushed from work to pick us up from daycare, raced to the grocery, then home to make dinner.

I don't recall helping make meals, cookies or pies. The rolling pin saw the light of day during the holidays, which happened to be the only times I recall watching my mom cook. So things like the turkey baster and candy thermometers were passing curiosities.

Microwaves and VCRs were things that came to be during my childhood. The only thing I noticed was my parents' excitement. And Top Gun on surround sound vibrating the walls. ;) I believe that movie propelled my dad into purchasing the VCR. 

Our first computer was a Texas Instrument. I remember standing with my dad in the magazine section as he perused the game codes. We'd then go home and spend hours upon hours inputting data, hoping we didn't make a mistake.

But the things I remember the most, things that may or may not be consider 'common household' items were things that were very common in our household.

One of my first memories is of my dad stepping on one of my mom's dropped pins. These tiny, shiny sharp objects have been around for thousands of years in various forms.

A little trivia, according to Wikipedia (Yeah, I know how reliable it is but still, it's fun) the term 'pin money' used back in the Middle Ages came from the fact that pins were expensive to purchase. A husband would give his wife money to by one. How thoughtful. :)

Mom lost a few pins throughout my childhood, and of course, Dad usually found them.

Scissors, an item that dates back to Mesopotamia, were another common item. One piece of advice I can give to all husbands if they wish to keep the peace in their households; DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT use your wife's good scissors as tin snips or wire cutters.

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Some of my fondest memories are of my mother staying up the night before Christmas finishing all the projects she was working on for us.

I'm sure she thinks I hated having homemade clothes when the rest of the kids had designer, and I'm sure there was a time that I did, but I will never forget the time and love spent over the cutting table, at the sewing machine, or sitting in her chair crocheting a scarf or knitting a sweater.



Writing prompt:

Flames blazed in the fireplace. The rocker creaked a staccato. Tonya's needles tapped . . .