Hello all! Another quick post with the fruits of a bit of weekend sewing. Yes I have got to write up about my latest knit dress (oooh! polka dots, lace, hopefully no iron & plenty of comfort) but I haven’t time this evening so thought you’d be tickled by how I turned the outcome from that dreaded question “will you mend my xyz” into something that I took a perverse pleasure from.
Let’s face it- mending is penance for something you have got wrong in a former life. Fact: the few men I have dated in my life assume that if you sew you therefore love darning socks & can make suits. Fact 2: These same men seem to think that there is nothing more enjoyable than mending a ripped crotch seam on trousers/ shorts as they were last worn (& in the case of Gary, being a builder his trousers “go” in that seam in an environment of dust & cement. He seems puzzled when I turn dusty broken-open-crotched trousers away from my genteel sewing machine & delicate hands).
I dread mending. How on earth is my sewing going to pull that faithful pair of (old) trousers through a few more months of occupational punishment? Anyway, thankfully the shorts above are not actually work shorts, but Gary’s wardrobe staple between February and November. Not surprisingly they are showing signs of wear, miraculously not in the nether regions though. When he showed them to me & asked me to mend them I sighed with relief (Phew, no dust, no awkward knee holes, no gaping hole between fly & rear)
With a twinkle in my eye I asked him how he felt about patches, what were his manly boundaries? Could he cope with florals? How loud could the colours be?
I zig zagged the rips up then fashioned some groovy patches – the one on the right is Anna Marie Horner Loulouthi, left over from this skirt, & on the left, some fabric left over from my sundress. Good news! Gary loves colour & is at ease with the de-butchification of his camo shorts!
Now like I said, Gary lives in these, so I am not expecting more mending for a while, but if it can be like this, then that’s fun! What do you think? Does anyone actually ever enjoy mending? Anyone take pleasure in fiddly awkward to get at patching & reinforcing? Or is it just me that hates it?!