Today, after removing 2/3 cup of grease from assorted surfaces in the kitchen, I decided to tackle the MM. Now those newbies can be tricked by thinking this involves everything in the stack. "Hah", I say. Certain categories can be safely ignored - items completely out of season, items for which the chances of your fitting them any time soon is a mere twinkle in the eye, and new bits of fabric that may turn into a piece of clothing should a miracle and some cutting and sewing occur.
No, just the things that, if they were the right length or the straps were reattached or were less holey or button-less, would be worn right now. This reduces the problem down to 9 or 10 items.
Sadly, they were almost all sewing machine jobbies. Even worst, every single one was a completely different colour, requiring me to dig through the hardly-used-thread tin and winding a new bobbin for every item. What are the odds of that?
The hand sewing ones tend to move through the queue faster. There is nothing more satisfying than going for a loooonnnnngggg coffee on a Monday morning after disposing thoughtfully of the monsters at school. I like to sit for several hours, casually disposing of a hand-sewing repairs in between bits of a newspaper and more caffeine than is good for me.
So, out comes the crappo sewing machine and off we go. Several hours pass. Swearing occurs. Monster 2 is required to strip several times as she is acting as the model for her own repairs and her sister's.
I am now sitting here a model of hausfrauly excellence. New items are ready for service. Oldies return to battle for another bruising encounter. Barbie's bridal gown and a fairy dress have their straps reestablished.
What can I say. Boring as cow dung but done.
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| Duck, sadly departed. |
