Feb 28, 2024
Embroidering and sewing makes me think about how, for thousands of years, our clothes were lined with our grandmas' own spit. And our mothers' and sisters'. And the little hairs that get caught in the line of fire. The hairs are pulled out, but they break, and fine, unnoticed bits remain trapped between stitches and fabric. Every time I stick the end of a thread into my mouth to make a point to fit through the eye of a needle, I think of my grandma, a seamstress in her youth, and how many thousands of grandmas before her and all the clothes lined with their spit.