I love this poem for its expression of gratitude for a favoured hand sewing needle.  I can't remember where I first found it, but I know it was in early February when I was looking for a way to mark Broken Needle Day.

I combined it with this photograph of my hands sashiko stitching a runner, framed it in a wood frame deep enough to set an antique bottle on, and there I keep my broken, bent and worn out needles.

In a world of such amazing and complicated technology, it is not a bad thing to be reminded of how much such a simple tool can do. 

Happy Stitching,

Susan