Primula Baggins had been mistress of needles, hooks and bobbins; had sewed and embroidered, knit, and crafted lace by various means. The clothing she’d stitched was always both sturdy and beautifully finished, worthy to be worn by Kings, had Hobbits Kings, that is.
But her son was in the way of Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, who was not given to making. So, instead, she sought to destroy a hope the lad had of a happiness she believed he did not merit. If a stitch in time should save nine, a slash from Lobelia’s sharp tongue could cost a good score or more!