Stitch by Stitch (open)
Oct 14, 2011 8:39:18 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy on Oct 14, 2011 8:39:18 GMT -5
Wolfy Morasco sat in front of her house with needle and thread in hand and a pile of old jackets that had to be mended. Only two of these belonged to her family. The others belonged to families around the Seam. With nimble fingers she pulled the needle through the fabric over and over and knotted the thread with ease. She used her knife to cut the small threads as close to the jacket as possible without risking them coming undone that way she could conserve thread.
She had learned how to sew from her mother when she was young and had started sewing to earn bits of food and change to help her family out. Wolfy grabbed her knife and cut the thread from another jacket and set it aside. If only her mother was still around to help them.
Her fingers were used to the work. Each stitch was smooth and carefully placed to look almost natural. It was easier when she was stitching together a seam instead of a rip. Then no one could tell the seam had come apart in the first place. Sometimes she did such a good job she would earn extra tidbits other then just the agreed upon price.
Suddenly a small stone bounced out of nowhere and hit her hand. The needle jabbed her finger so that a small dot of blood began to show. She brought her finger away before she got blood on the jacket. The last thing she needed was to ruin it.
She brought her finger to her mouth to try and stop the bleeding as the culprit came walking up.
She had learned how to sew from her mother when she was young and had started sewing to earn bits of food and change to help her family out. Wolfy grabbed her knife and cut the thread from another jacket and set it aside. If only her mother was still around to help them.
Her fingers were used to the work. Each stitch was smooth and carefully placed to look almost natural. It was easier when she was stitching together a seam instead of a rip. Then no one could tell the seam had come apart in the first place. Sometimes she did such a good job she would earn extra tidbits other then just the agreed upon price.
Suddenly a small stone bounced out of nowhere and hit her hand. The needle jabbed her finger so that a small dot of blood began to show. She brought her finger away before she got blood on the jacket. The last thing she needed was to ruin it.
She brought her finger to her mouth to try and stop the bleeding as the culprit came walking up.
