NEEDLES

 


I used a pair of knitting needles when I took on the role of a sassy granny in a play where I sat in a rocking chair knitting throughout the whole show.  But I was also the heroine who saved the day when I stabbed one of my knitting needles in the villain’s backside! J

A crochet needle was used to make this gorgeous bedspread.

A friend is very talented at using a needle in the art of cross stitch.  She does amazing work.  It must take tremendous patience which is why I could never do it!

An embroidery needle did beautiful work on this tablecloth.

Hand quilting takes a fine sharp needle making itty bitty stitches in a neat row.  

We don’t do a lot of this anymore, but there are times when darning is needed.

To do it properly you need a darning ‘egg’ and special needles with large eyes. 

There are other types of needles, of course . . .

. . . such as those growing on certain trees.

There’s the needle on a speedometer . . . 

. . . or the magnetized needle in a compass.

How about needle-nose pliers.

We get shot with needles.  This baby's expression is priceless. J

There’s the Space Needle in Seattle.

And a town in California called Needles.

I could go on, but I think I’ll stop here.  This looks like a quaint little place.  I’ll bet they have a souvenir shop . . . 

:-> 

La Nightingail

P.S.

More about the town of Needles.

When I looked for more photos of Needles, it doesn't look quite as quaint as I originally thought.  Still, I'm sure they have a souvenir shop.  I did find a picture of a community thrift shop there!  :[] 

Needles, located on the borders of California, Nevada, and Arizona, was founded in May 1883 during the construction of the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway which originally crossed the Colorado River at Eastbridge, Arizona, three miles southeast of modern Needles. Needles was named after "The Needles", a group of pinnacles in the Mohave Mountains on the Arizona side of the river.


"The Needles"


The Colorado River as it flows through Needles.  I think I'd enjoy following the path in the foreground.  Looks like a nice walk.

:->


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