Anyway, you know that I might have been feeling just a tad, a really small tad, guilty about the purchase of the Singer Heavy Duty machine before I sold the Industrial machine, but then, on Sunday night (note: still feeling crap, but I said I'd deliver, so I had to deliver), I got to use The Seaminator (maybe I should just call him Arnie, and the other one Danny?) to fix MBF Deb's work pants, and all my guilt fled.
I hate doing repairs, Gentle Readers, it's one of those things my mother drilled into me at a very young age - don't admit to being able to do repairs, or people will be bringing their crappy jeans from far and wide, and you'll never get to make anything you want to:
Anyway, Deb's lovely Ma, the gorgeous Clare, did a patch on this particular pair of crappy jeans some time ago, but it was starting to show its age... Could I help?
Well, it was a good test of both my skill, and the capacity of the machine. After a bit of thinking, I decided the safest way to do it would be to split the side seam, fix the patch, then restitch the side seam. Easy!
Good as new. That'll be $60, thanks.
That's it for now. I can feel a nap coming on, before I get started on tonight's dinner, sausage and mash with pumpkin. Mr Golightly doesn't know what's hit him.