“Honey, can you mend my pants?” My husband asked me after work. “The seam is coming out at the bottom of my pocket, see?” He showed me.
“Sure.” I say. No Big Deal. I think.
HA HA HA
I stall for a few days when finally, the afternoon before he returns to work he pleas.
“Can you please just sew this real quick while I take the kids to school?”
I’ve avoided it long enough, and he was right. It would only take a second.
I pulled the cover off my sewing machine, threaded the needle cracked my knuckles. I was ready to go.
But not before I snapped a picture of my domestic skills.
“Sewing my husband’s pants. Feeling so retro!” Was the caption I had in mind. Or maybe “1950s in the house!”
But halfway down the seam I thought ‘Why is this velcro in the way?’ and realized I was sewing his pocket shut.
“What?” My husband called from the other room.
I pulled out my seam ripper and started to laugh as I considered leaving it this way as a prank.
When I was finished ripping out my mistake I went at it again.–Then sewed half of his pant leg shut.
I would have kept going except my bobbin ran out of thread.
Finally, after ripping the thread out again, I managed to stitch the bottom of the pocket back on and my husband was ever so delighted.
“Thanks!” He said. “That was easy right?”