12 thoughts on “Haiku 907, 908, 909”

1. I love pinking shears. (K)

   • Me too. I remember my mother’s pair, how we so wanted to use them on paper but they were just for fabric and she kept her eye on them. These days you can get patterned scissors all over the place. And, back to sewing themes, my mother liked us to cut out clothes with the pinking shears so the seam allowances did not ravel, in certain kinds of cloth. Using the shears made the aggravation of cutting out patterns go away!

     • Pinked seams look great too.

       • Yes, they do. My mother learned to sew at a school and so her techniques were always good, and she did not tolerate sloppy work. Pinked seams were just one of the things I learned from her in this area that I still use today.

       • Both my mother and grandmother sewed all their clothing. I did some sewing, but I was never that good at it.

       • Me either, though I was competent for average types of clothing (the sewing machine having an automatic buttonhole maker sure helped with that). My mother could sew anything. My grandmother, nothing; and she is why my mother could sew, she babysat us kids while my mother went to school.

       • We all have our gifts to share. From what you’ve said about your grandmother, her presence was a good one.

       • Yes. You are right. In the best circumstances we can use our gifts to work together.

2. That middle poem is almost a short story in and of itself.

   • Thank you. Yes, it came to me in one image and the words required no adjusting. I wondered if somewhere at that moment the story was actually happening, for it to come to me like this!

     • You are absolutely brilliant when it comes to writing about very brief moments that suggest so very much.

       • Thank you. I think it’s how I see the world, no plot but a lot of action, behavior, and impressions to record.

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