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Knowing
how to hand sew is not one of my better known skills. It has come in
handy on many occasions.
It
started in the sixth grade after splitting my pants. I was sitting in
the school's home economics class on recess in my gym shorts
painstakingly imitating the back stitching already existing from when
my mom made the pants on her sewing machine. Recess was burning up
faster than the split was closing and finally the teacher had pity
and intervened. She took my pants and showing me a quick running
stitch and had me decent for class in no time. When I got home, my
mom wasn't too impressed with the quick stitching and pulled it all
back out. My back stitching was just fine.
When
one of the guys in college asked me to do some sewing for him, I
offered to loan him the needle and thread and provide lessons. He
declined and went whining to one of the ladies on campus to do it for
him instead. I'm all heart aren't I?
My
sewing did lead to a bit of real fun on campus. One of my female
Canadian friends was looking for the perfect practical joke for one
of her American dorm mates who was away visiting family. We borrowed
a great deal of the young lady's clothes and sewed little Canadian
flags all over them, sitting in one of the student lounges. We had an
absolute blast. She'd finish sewing a little flag on the back of a
pair of underwear. “Look at this!” and we'd be all but rolling on
the floor. We entertained each other for several hours. The prank was
a great success. The poor woman was finding flags for weeks.
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