|My felt needlebook and other sewing items|
I finally attacked the mending pile.
|My gran's thimble. Makes me think of her while I sew ...|
Poor Steve had almost no pants to wear
- the pockets had all worn through,
and buttons had come off shorts and a shirt.
The towering mending pile was a sore spot near our laundry.
|I keep my sewing kit in this vintage tin.|
But after just two sessions,
one with the sewing machine
and one by hand,
they were all mended, ironed,
and back in the bedroom ready to wear.
Leaving me feeling frugal and virtuous
with an empty mending basket!