I think I might have mentioned that I DO NOT LIKE MENDING. So, when something ends up in the mending pile that does not belong to me, there is one one explanation. Love. George Bernard Shaw got it wrong when he said
Seriously, there is no sincerer love than someone doing someone else's mending. And I do love my parents, it goes without saying. It is the only reason why I would allow someone else's mending to end up on Monday's mending pile. Love.
This week's project is another pair of pants that belongs to Papa R. I have already hemmed these pants for him after he tried them on and blah, blah, blah. I measured, pinned, had him walk in them before I took them to be hemmed. But when Papa R thinks no one is looking, he wears his pants like the "cool" kids (or do they like being called the "kool" kids?).
It is the only explanation that I can come up with to explain this mess.
It doesn't look so bad in this picture so let me stick my hand through this mess to demonstrate.
Some kids just need to pull up their pants, right Papa R?
And if that fails, their pants get hemmed dangerous close to a flood length hem. Now that these pants are re-hemmed, the question remains, how low can Papa R go?