I went to my friend's house today to help her take in her jeans. She's lost weight and has decided, although she is proud of her new, lean physique, to keep her pants on when she's walking around.
I tried to be gentle and careful when I was pinning as I didn't want to stick her with pins. Nevertheless, however, I did. She only said, "ouch" once, but she told me that I'd poked her with the tip of more than one or two pins.
Strange things, pins. When you're actually sewing you want them to be straight and thin and extremely sharp. When you're using them next to someone's body, there's a desire to have them be curved and a little more hefty so they don't bend out of shape and to be slightly less sharp so you don't have a pincushion as a friend.
Ah well. She was a good sport. She even gave me some lemonade to drink. Yea!
