This month the kids are peeling off, returning to college and high school. With the garden slowing down, I am back in the sewing room. First up, mending. My son is hard on his clothes, especially jeans. Since he’s an art student, having nice clothes doesn’t make much sense, so I mend the paint-spattered ones he brings home. This particular pair of jeans is several years old. The patches are from various things I’ve sewn: a quilt for him, a mini-quilt for a school auction, a table runner for a neighbor’s birthday, and the Union Jack quilt I recently finished. As I repair and stitch, it’s fun to revisit gifts I’ve made.
He asked for no new patches, just fix the holes please. I ironed on pieces of heavy-duty interfacing on the inside and simply zig-zagged stitched like crazy on top. These jeans ought to last til Thanksgiving now.