Well, that's it...I am officially a member of the Klutzy Sewers' Club.

I was sewing a couple bags around midnight on Saturday and before I knew it, I had a sewing machine needle straight through my left pointer finger. I was so stunned for a second there that I kinda tugged at my finger, knowing that there was no way my finger was stuck to the sewing machine. I finally remembered about the manual feed but as I was trying to get the needle out of my finger, it broke, leaving a quarter of an inch of the needle above and below my finger. It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't gone straight through my nail.

The funny thing is that as I was sitting there thinking how I was going to get my finger out of the sewing machine, all I said to Jim, who was sitting right behind me at the computer, was "James, I'm going to need your help here for a second." He said my voice was so calm that he thought I just needed him to hold some fabric or something. I've always been like that. When I got my finger caught in a hedge trimmer, I walked to the bathroom to wash it off, eventually realized that I could practically see the bone and then calmly told my mother, "I think I got a little cut."

Well, back to Saturday...after trying to pull the needle out ourselves, we made a visit to the Emergency Room, where they completely numbed my finger and yanked out the needle. Painful. It was funny sitting in the ER waiting room with a needle through one hand and playing Tetris with the other.

Before we left to the ER, I made Jim take a picture of the needle sticking through my finger so that I could post it on my blog! Just goes to prove: You never really stop blogging!

Klutzy Sewers of the World Unite!