I like pin cushions. Can't explain why. Since I was very young and my Mom taught me to sew, I've liked pin cushions. I could never understand how anyone could keep their pins in a box. Even a pretty box. The pins belong stuck in the cushion. Out in the open for all to see.
And not just any pins - I must have the pins with the colored balls. All the colors. Shiny. Happy faces.
I ponder my pin cushion painting. The red strawberry pin cushion.
I favor the checked support for the pin cushion to sit on. A woven background. Maybe. Or a quilted background. A nine patch would be lovely.
And pins. All the colors. With HAPPY FACES. For fun.