There’s crafting – and there’s mending – which is sooo not crafting and almost always finds its way to the bottom of the basket until, in desperation, it’s handed off to Mother.
Yep, 61 years old, and if I needed a pair of pants hemmed or a busted seam fixed up, I called upon my 84 year old mother. My son even bypassed me and went straight to his Grandma though I certainly know my way around a sewing machine and have for many years.
But Mom passed away earlier this year and we’re both lost without her. She will be missed for many, many reasons. Mending- guilty as charged – is but one!
So I’m on my own now and could hardly believe how proud I felt after hemming my first pair of pants! Such a sense of accomplishment!
Am I a complete convert? Not likely. I still shove mending to the bottom of the basket, but when MY grandson came to ME last week to repair something when he’d always gone to GiGi before (Great Grandma) …. By gosh, I felt pretty darn good.
And in he comes today with another little stuffed toy for me to mend! Gotta love it!
So keep on crafting, but keep on mending too. I saw a documentary about the amount of clothes we buy and then toss away. The waste is frightening! These are my son’s old jeans – work pants, patched and ready for another day at the worksite. Repair. Reuse. Recycle. Twice loved!
Twice-Loved 