I have made no secret of the fact that I hate sewing and that I would rather go out and buy a new shirt than sew a button on an old one.
You might remember this poem from a previous challenge a couple of years ago:
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 you might also remember this:
a little kit Hubby treated himself to which is now friends with Chopper, my Dad’s gorilla.
Anyway, Hubby downloaded a pattern for facial masks and set to with gusto. We have FFP3 masks (equivalent to US standard N98) which we wear when shopping , but Hubby felt we needed something in reserve, just in case.
Putting the pieces together (I kindly purchased cotton tea towels for the deed), he discovered the pattern was actually misleading with its measurements and vital parts didn’t meet, so those, and the pictures I’d taken, were ditched and he looked elsewhere.
A message was sent to the site concerned, and surprise surprise, several other people had found the same problem.
He came up trumps with an alternative design and another tea towel joined the ranks. For filtering purposes the ideal kitchenituspilferous candidate was a Henry dust bag, unused of course.
He ran up these in a couple of days
Now we’re going to go and visit the bank
He’s a dab hand with a needle is my old man. Grandad can vouch for that.