I took especial care to touch neither
needle nor thimble, scissors nor muslin.
Many a jealous glance did M. Paul cast
at the implements; he hated them
mortally, considering sewing a source
of distraction from the attention due to
himself.
— Charlotte Brontë, VILLETTE, 1853
Paulina’s quick needle was busily plied
by lamp-light. Graham followed with his
eye the gilded glance of her thimble, as
if it had been the golden head of some
darting little serprent.
Ibid.