My mom liked to sew, or maybe she didn’t really like it but she grew up during the depression and learned to make do. We weren’t exactly rich when I was a kid, so she repaired a lot of clothes, and also made many of her own dresses. So of course she repaired my jeans on her ancient sewing machine.In the 1950s when I was in grade school, the poorer kids wore blue jeans. They were cheap, not a fashion statement. Our moms patched the knees with iron-on patches when they wore through. Now people pay extra for the holes and loose threads.
My mom liked to sew, or maybe she didn’t really like it but she grew up during the depression and learned to make do. We weren’t exactly rich when I was a kid, so she repaired a lot of clothes, and also made many of her own dresses. So of course she repaired my jeans on her ancient sewing machine.
One year she finally got a new sewing machine from Sears, probably was Christmas present from dad. Electronics were just starting to show up in a few appliances and this one had about 50 dozen different stitching patterns she could dial-in. Zigzag, some kind of bar stitch like thing, I think it would even do flower patterns, all kinds of stuff.
So for practice, she grabbed my worst pair of jeans and the wildest, brightest thread colors in her inventory, and stitched every damn hole with a different bizarre pattern.
So I got to wear those to high school.
Coulda been worse...My mom liked to sew, or maybe she didn’t really like it but she grew up during the depression and learned to make do. We weren’t exactly rich when I was a kid, so she repaired a lot of clothes, and also made many of her own dresses. So of course she repaired my jeans on her ancient sewing machine.
One year she finally got a new sewing machine from Sears, probably was Christmas present from dad. Electronics were just starting to show up in a few appliances and this one had about 50 dozen different stitching patterns she could dial-in. Zigzag, some kind of bar stitch like thing, I think it would even do flower patterns, all kinds of stuff.
So for practice, she grabbed my worst pair of jeans and the wildest, brightest thread colors in her inventory, and stitched every damn hole with a different bizarre pattern.
So I got to wear those to high school.
If it were only that simple.
I must be old… what does that mean?
It means the doctor is checking for health issues inside your rectum ("browneye" if that's not too youthful a term!); hence the expression "rectal" exam.