The PINnacle of the night.

After complaining to myself time and time again about not having a sufficient pin cushion, and reminiscing of my Mummu's ( my Finnish grandmother who taught me how to sew), I decided to take a piece of practice embroidery and make one just like her's.  It hangs on the wall, or sits steadily on the desk, which ever is called upon it, and will take stab after stab without shedding a tear.  I won't be missing any pins and needles from here on out.