What’s the Purpose of That Tiny Hole in a Safety Pin?

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✅ No need for a bodkin or safety pin tape
Saves time and tools
✅ Prevents elastic from twisting
Keeps it straight as it moves through fabric
✅ Works with narrow ribbons or shoelaces
Even delicate trims won’t slip off
✅ Great for blind hems, waistbands, sleeves
Perfect for DIY clothing repairs or crafts

📌 Especially helpful for:

  • Sewing elastic into pajama pants
  • Threading cording into hoodies
  • Attaching pull strings to backpacks or pouches

No more fumbling with tape or losing the end inside the fabric!

🪡 A Forgotten Skill Making a Comeback

Before modern sewing machines and pre-threaded kits, people relied on simple tricks like this to make everyday tasks easier.

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Other clever uses of the tiny hole include:

  • Temporary fabric marker: Tie a piece of contrasting thread through it and clip it to your project for quick reference
  • Bead organizer: Thread beads onto a string and secure the end with a safety pin to prevent slipping
  • Craft storage hack: Clip multiple pins together by linking their small holes — keeps them tidy and tangle-free

🧵 These aren’t hacks — they’re wisdom passed down from home sewers who valued efficiency.

❌ Debunking the Myths

❌ “It’s just for packaging”
False — some pins come pre-threaded, but the hole has real function
❌ “Only large safety pins have it”
No — many standard sizes include the second hole
❌ “It weakens the pin”
Not true — it’s precision-engineered to maintain strength

🔍 Look closely — many brands (like Dritz or Clover) intentionally include it for utility.

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