Yesterday evening I sat and caught up on some of my sewing. I haven't touched it in months and still have lots left to tackle.
I had no choice. Vicky spent the better part of a holiday in a shirt safety-pinned down the front. When I went to fix that I realised the shirt actually doesn't have more than half its buttons and has an open hem all along the back. (And in this list I havn't mentioned the trousers with torn hems and missing buttons, nor Rahul's mending nor the cushion that lost its ties ages ago.)
I wonder what they do with their clothes.
I had no choice. Vicky spent the better part of a holiday in a shirt safety-pinned down the front. When I went to fix that I realised the shirt actually doesn't have more than half its buttons and has an open hem all along the back. (And in this list I havn't mentioned the trousers with torn hems and missing buttons, nor Rahul's mending nor the cushion that lost its ties ages ago.)
I wonder what they do with their clothes.
5 comments:
wait for some sucker to fix it? Come on, please don't mother your husband- Indian men don't need it anymore.
Anon -- The shirt belongs to me, actually. But I do his mending. Like he fixes stuff I choose not to. Leave a name next time, anon comments remind me of trolls.
Hi Sue
If I'd known anon comments reminded you of trolls I'd never have been anonymous on your blog comments.
Skendha
(ex-anon)
P.S. the above person is not me :)
I couldn't comment on the post where you spoke about writing again. My 'comment' would have just been this:
:-)
Shuki
Skendha -- In general I prefer having a name to respond to, even if it's an assumed name. Thanks for leaving one. :)
Shuki -- I stopped writing soon after. It comes and goes.
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