Yesterday, I was the fixer. I felt like a 1950's mom, mending pants, putting away clothes for the winter... I was working from home and was kicked out of my office while the cleaning ladies cleaned in there, so a 1950's mom that fixes things while the cleaning ladies clean my at home office. Ok. So not like a 1950's mom. Whatever.
Cameron is finally of the age where his pants actually wear out before he outgrows them. One pair of jeans that fit him really well, wore out in the knees - so I took an iron on patch and patched it up. He wears those jeans often - and cracks me up when he asks for a band-aid to fix his pants' boo-boo. Aaron noticed that the patch was a decent, somewhat invisible fix - and wanted me to fix his favorite weekend jeans (I was thankful for this decision, as I think he was considering turning them into jorts. Sigh). And Cam had a new pair of hand-me-down jeans that I patched up. I felt very useful. Took me all of 10 minutes and the effort of turning on the iron.
Then I tackled the quilt. First, I needed to print out the letters on that special fabric and wash it. I figured I would throw the fabric in with the current load of laundry (from my morning washing of the dogs, again - so useful yesterday!). Well. I threw in a red bathmat. And the freaking letters turned pink. I was pissed. That special printing fabric is $3 a sheet! Grrr. But, I re-did it, and it actually was a pretty easy fix:
I added Jake and Della, and I feel like you can't even tell. Hurrah for me!
I have a pity party post brewing, but I keep hitting delete. Watch out.