Safety pins seem to pile up on their own around here – in my car console, in my desk drawer, and even in the key basket by the back door. They multiply almost daily, as if on their own.
OK, I know I pick up four new safety pins with each running race bib or horse show entry number. But still …
And yet, on days like this, I am grateful to have these little quick-fixes handy. Trust me. You don’t wanna know.
Color me thankful – and now rescued from a mild wardrobe malfunction, thanks to a few safety pins.
Vintage/public domain artwork