I come from a crafty family. I don’t mean Doctor De Soto crafty (anyone else remember that book?), though I would call them clever. No, I mean a family who makes things. My grandmother Mildred, who I just called Gram, was an accomplished cross-stitcher and seamstress. When she passed away my Aunt Judith (who taught me to sew) and my mother inherited her sewing supplies, some of which eventually passed to me. This included fabric, trim, thread, sewing machines, and this.
What appears to be a weapons grade torture device.
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