When I tell people I sew, most people immediately think of all the clothes they have that need mending. And how easy it would be for me to hem their trousers, sew on a missing button, repair a hole. Let it be clear, I love sewing. I hate mending. And I reckon most people that sew would tell you the same thing.
But I’m guilty of such faux pas myself, in the past I’m sure I’ve said to a teacher “Oh! how nice it must be to have the summer off.”
To a physio, “I’ve a really annoying pain in my shoulder, when I move my arm like this, what should I do?”
To a DJ “Play something that everyone will get up and dance to”.
To a traffic warden… actually I don’t talk to traffic wardens.
But this post is not about teachers, physiotherapists, DJs and certainly not about traffic wardens, it’s about sewing for people who sew and people who do not sew. For people who think that if a t-shirt has a hole in it, then you might as well bin it. If a zip is broken, then that’s the end of that. And if you rip your ridiculously expensive North Face coat on the gate post as you’re rushing to collect your child from school and all the feather blow out down the road and you try and stop them but it seems like you’ve just murdered a pigeon and you’re already late and it’s freezing cold and you have no other coat and…
Oh! erm… well.. that’s what happened to ‘a friend’, it wasn’t me, I’m never late
