Last night's television viewing became tinged with sadness when
half way through the last episode of George Gently my trusty
needle finally broke his neck.
It was all over very quickly and I don't think he suffered although
his head had been at a funny angle for some months ever since an
unsuccessful attempt at beading had left him looking like
an upholsterer's tool. Arthritic twinges quickly ensued and,
although he never complained (stitching was his life), he was
never quite the same again and very difficult to thread.
Needle had been with me for several years and together we'd
stitched through Strictly Come Dancing 2012, 2013 and 2014.
We'd shared a couple of Chelsea Flower Shows (this year was
our third but sadly he never got to see who was awarded best
in show), eagerly awaited a Royal birth and even crossed the
He was the needle who stitched Do Different and Kell's Eden
together with many more, as yet unpublished, projects who's
secrets he took with him.
Goodbye old friend - RIP which in this case has nothing to do
with unpicking. His little broken, silver body now rests in
the dead needle tin in my workbox along with others who have