Saves nine as they say.
The logic behind it all of course is that if you catch something early, you can avoid a harder or longer job later.
I hate sewing. I always have, and at school the nearest I got to making a blouse was pinning the pattern to the material. I didn’t like the style of the blouse anyway, short sleeves with a bow at the collar, and the material chosen was red with orange and yellow motifs (looked like slugs but could just have been warped hearts I suppose) which I didn’t like either.
Mind you, wearing tights at school rather than socks I would sew a ladder before it ran all the way up, so it looked like I had permanent scarred legs as my pocket money only covered the cost of one pair a week so I made them last!
And I did help Hubby with a curtain repair for MOH in April 2015
I wrote this in July 2018 for another challenge.
Buttons of every colour,
Size and shape, and holes
Twos and fours or mushrooms,
Lay hidden in the folds.
Mum had always loved them,
Would save them from an old shirt,
Put them on baby matinee coats,
Or extra to hold up her skirt.
Dad would often hug her
And cheekily give her a kiss
Then handing over a button
Say ‘Sew a shirt on this.’
If ever we were naughty,
She’d tell us to button our lip
Amidst threats of the alternative
Of putting in a zip!
And yes, my Dad really did say that.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions #17