I think this is a funny story about pins- I hope you think it is funny and it helps: I went to an all-girls Catholic high school many years ago. I will never forget one girl in my sewing class who did not want to be there (it was taught by one very grumpy old nun for one thing). At the beginning of every class, this fellow classmate of mine would dump her pins on the floor. Then she spent the remaining hour picking them up. I don't think she ever made anything and the nun never said anything to her! This is the memory that always comes back to me when I even think about spilling my pins. I remember this girl sitting on the floor picking up pins down under her desk. {{{hugs}}}, Linda