THE OLD TOMATO
Me and the old tomato spent a lot of time together. Usually the tomato pin cushion sat on the right hand side of the Singer Zig Zag sewing machine. Sometimes it stood at attention on the ironing board waiting for to be poked with arriving pins. Other times it held pins at the ready on the floor next to a long stretch of fabric while I noodled about trying to figure out the most economical way to position the pattern pieces. Sometimes the tomato was NO WHERE to be found. When you needed a needle, I hated having to hunt for the elusive tomato. It often was hiding with the scissors, who were extremely elusive and very necessary to my seamstress ambitions. The worst part was that needles were scarce. Packages of them disappeared. It wasn’t until much later when I discovered by squeezing the tomato that needles were hiding inside. Once I tore one of these tomatos open and found dozens and dozens of needles. I can’t tell you where sox go…...
