“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.

“OH CRAP!”
“What?” My husband called from the other room.
“Nothing!!”

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?”

“Ha! Right.”