On a similar note I've also had a rusty experience. Only mine was totally self induced. Hubby came in the house and pulled a HotHands bag out of his pocket and plopped it in the trash. It had gone cold and was no good. But I liked the sound of that plop, jumped up and dug it out as soon as he went back outside. Set the bag down at my machine and poked some pins in. It was ooh so nice, just the right weight, just the right smooshiness to take a pin without any trouble. I had discovered the ultimate pincushion by thinking outside the box, repurposed a disposable, and saved the landfill. Yay me!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Not so fast! Next morning those pins were pitted and dull.
