I don't sew.
Well, I mean I can use the basic setting on a sewing a machine and I have even done one or two simple sewing projects.
Basically anything that doesn't require more than sewing a simple line.
I do have an old sewing machine, graciously given to me by a neighbor. But the kids managed to lose the screw that holds in the needle. So for all intents and purposes, I don't have a sewing machine either.
Now, poor Savannah always seems to have a shortage of non-holey pants. She does have one pair that I bought her recently. But all four of her other pairs have nice, fatty, holes in the knees.
Still, the rest of the pants are perfectly fine and I do so hate to see them all go to waste.
But remember, I don't sew. Plus I'm sewing-machine-less.
So I tried to come up with a nice, temporary solution.
And I did. I think.
I hand-stitched a patch over one of the gaping holes.
You! Quit rolling your eyes at me! I was rather proud of myself!
But forty-five minutes later, I had developed a really big appreciation for hand-made clothes, and their poor, poor seamstresses.
I'll never be able to watch any movie set "back in the day" the same way ever again.
I'll be too busy crying over their clothes.