Wednesday night I ewed a needle *through* my finger. I broke the needle off inside my finger with the thread tip sticking out the other side. Had to find pliers, then pull the damn thing out.
I was going to take a picture, but when I realized that it had actually gone all of the way *through* my finger, I decided to pull it out before I totally flipped out. Here’s a picture of what I was working on at the time, instead:
The sewing machine has tasted blood, and now it wants my soul!