I’ve found a little pocket of time in my day; it’s very exciting. It’s that hour or so that used to belong to school pick up; the bit between afternoon tea and starting the evening feed – both menagerie and human.
Today I used it to tackle the mending pile. By the time wardrobe items start being worn in the paddocks, they’ve generally lived a good life but, even with my haphazard sewing talents, there’s generally a few more days left in them.
The mending basket is a teetering tower but, knowing my limits, I chose only three items, pinned and prepped them,
and then it was chocks away for my brave little Janome.
With a full heart, I creatively folded the mended duds to best showcase my efforts for y’all. Note the addition of a strategically placed foraged tag to cover up a hole I managed to create whilst mending the hole in my flowery shirt; that’s thinking on your feet, I smirked…
and that’s when I discovered the other arm of my green shirt with its matching tear
That’s a job for next time,
Union Homestead 
Sewing machine? What sewing machine? Yes, I wear old duds out in the garden and when undertaking messy activities around the house. When they are tooo faded, worn, frayed or holey – out they go! They are beyond saving. It’s nice to have the extra time to utilise now that you are no longer doing the school run.
An extra hour for all those little tasks – it took me a while to realise it existed 😊
There is always something else to be done so your extra time will be put to very good use.
Im ridiculously excited by the possibilities
Somewhere in the dark recesses of the farmhouse basement I have 2 Singers…one is the classic, simple, black workhorse typical of the 1960s, the other was state of the art all sing all dancing in the early 1970s, both of them being my mum’s. I inherited them, and although I never understood the one with 16 functions, did use the classic old one fairly regularly but for many years it’s been stashed away. I have always done mending by hand….if it needs more sewing than that, it becomes rags. Incidentally, in my Navy days, “Make and Mend” was the term we used for an unexpected afternoon off…historically giving sailors time to get buttons back on tunics or holes farmed in heels. In my time, it had simply become an early finish to the work week, and we called it “makers”.
Holes darned. I hate autocorrect 😑
I get very nervous when someone suggests I utilize any more than straight sewing and zig zag. Anything that requires a tension adjustment is avoided because it makes no sense to me.