For 2 years ago I made a needle book in a class teached by Susan Elliot.
I have used it since.
The last page in that needle book is for the broken needles.
They have served me a long time but suddenly there was a moment that they broke.
I have saved them in my needle book and it was the meaning that I should bury them today.
But because of the frost in the ground and the snow I have to do it later this year or wait to next year.
In Japan every year is a ceremony to honour the needles which have been used and are broken.
They place them in a piece of tofu and bury them later.
Everything has a soul and should be handled with respect, they believe.
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