The crook of my arms look like I've been using needles. Lots of teeny tiny red dots speckle them and all because I chose to wear a cardigan yesterday and then carry some grocery bags home from the shop. I assume the constant change of the baghandles pushed the threads of the cardigan around my skin and resulted in the needledots. No, I haven't actually stung myself with needles, thanks for asking. Not since I accidentally got one my fingers stuck in a sewing machine and broke that needle. It's a lot less painful than you might think, although it's incredibly creepy. One minute you're sewing something and the next you stitch yourself in three places and the needle go across the room. Not to mention the blood. There's a lot of blood in the top of the finger. Since then I always take extra care not to get my fingers stuck there again, but, knowing me, I'll probably stitch my whole arm at some point again. Good day to you.
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