As a kid growing up I learned to sew, not because I thought it would be fun, but because I thought that maybe I could get cloths to fit me. Prior to this my mother did the alterations. That was to the few things that were not hand-me-downs from my sister. Everything was about five years out of style, even though there are only three years between us. I was just always small.
I did come to love sewing, because things did fit. I still had to shorten just about everything I bought. Once in a blue moon it was the right length.
Yesterday B and I did some shopping as my summer cloths are about nonexistent or about worn out. I found a couple pants. Since I am so short, I needed to shorten the long pair. That is the pair that is suppose to be long. The other pair is suppose to be short. Since it is now in style to have a cuff in your Capri's I can just roll them up.
A cuff in the other pair is not the answer. Therefore the problem. Oh, for a sewing machine. Originally, there was a double row of sewing at the bottom. So I had to take out the stitching, saving the thread, (no thread to match in the trailer) and hem them by hand. Someday when I get to a sewing machine, I'll put those machine stitches back in.
6 years ago
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If you come visit me, I'll let you use my machine. I'll even let you do all of my mending since I didn't inherit your love of sewing. Kiana's would love another dress too and Trinceton's pajamas are getting high water. The boy is going to tower over you the next time you see him.
Last evening, after complaining to W and C, about my sewing, C said that she has a machine. If only I had known before. Thanks for your offer. I'll consider some of it, like the visit?
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