| Experience Needle-Time
Needle-Time is a fictional piece written to bring to life the magic that surrounds the love of carrying on the tradition of the needlearts from generation to generation. Join me for a new story each issue that will reflect the strong bond formed between Aunt Lilly and Molly through their special needle-time.
Last issue Molly and Aunt Lilly realized the importance of cutting people
some slack. Join us this issue as Aunt Lilly learns Molly can truly take
care of herself.
Means the The World to Me
“I’m not sure Heather’s going to like a homemade present, Aunt Lilly.”
“Of course she will. Who doesn’t like a gift made from your very own hands?”
“It’s just that Heather is used to nice things.”
“Molly, how can you even think that a friendship bracelet isn’t a nice thing?” I asked her.
“She’ll know I didn’t spend anything on it. Everyone else is going to give her gift cards and video games and I’m going to hand her three pieces of thread twisted together.”
I placed the last piece of tape over the gift and Molly attached the card. “I suppose it is a different world nowadays.”
Molly held the gift up and frowned at it. “You got that right.”
“Come on. I’ll give you a lift to the party on my way to the grocery store.” I plucked up my keys from the counter and hoped the girls wouldn’t be too cruel.
We drove in silence. I could tell Molly was thinking the day through. I remembered those dreaded birthday parties where everyone from the guest of honor to the parents were snobs. I’d met Heather a few times at Molly’s dance classes and she always held her head a little too high in the air for my taste. I don’t know why Molly bothered trying to befriend her in the first place. The day had torture written all over it.
When I pulled up, I smiled and wished her luck. She stepped out and winked at me. “I’ll be fine.” She shoved the present in her coat pocket and ran off.
I spent the afternoon shopping. Shortly before three, her friend dropped her back off at my house. When she walked in, I cut right to the chase. “How’d it go, sweetie?”
She sighed. “Well, I guess that depends how you look it.”
“Were they mean to you?”
“No.” She sounded angry that I would ask such a ridiculous question. “I don’t let girls be mean to me.”
“Of course you don’t. I’m sorry I doubted you.”
“I don’t let snobby girls bother me. All they really want is to be happy like me, anyway. They just don’t have a clue how.”
“Well, if anyone can teach them, I’m sure you can.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I wanted to talk with you about. You see, the gift went over better than I ever expected.”
“Well, that’s great news.” I hugged her.
“So, you wouldn’t mind if we helped make more of the bracelets for them, then?”
I let her go and smiled. “Of course not.” I was excited for her. “How many?”
“Well, there were fifty of them and they each want four so they could pass them out to their friends.”
“Two hundred?” My voice went up real high.
“Yeah.” She shuffled her feet around. “We could make it fun. Bake cookies and stuff like that.”
I smiled. “Get out the corders. We’re going to need them!”
Molly opened her tote and pulled it out. “Got it right here.”
I chuckled. “I’ll get the oven preheated.”
Molly ran over to my supply closet and stopped. “Aunt Lilly?”
“Yeah, sweetie.
“Thank you. This means the world to me.”
I winked and she bolted off to get the threads. She had no clue that it also meant the world to me, too.
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