It is a broken needle.
I broke it making this.
And it is pictured in this.
And I still have yet to dispose of it.
I don't know why, it's not like I need it anymore. It's not like I want it any more.
It's just easy to not get rid of things. It's easier, apparently, to find a nice safe spot on a high shelf to keep it.
I think it's because I'd have to go find some way of keeping it safe while in the garbage can.
... and that the garbage can is in the other room when I'm in the room thinking about the broken needle.
I'm not lazy.
I'm a passionate and keen woman.
And a mother.