I am known as the pants patcher in the family. I patched and patched and patched my husband’s work jeans. He had no butt with a beer belly and the pants would slide off his bottom. He would grab the belt loops back by the pockets and jack his pants up. That created problems in the belt loop area and at the top of the pockets.
You can see in this old photo I was patching the back pockets.
I think I complained and cursed every time I patched my husband’s pants. Now if I meant him being here, I would patch his pants for 24 hours a day for a month straight, but he’s passed away, and patching his pants is no longer part of my routine.
I still patch some pants now and then. It’s a little bittersweet. I’ve learned now not to complain about dreaded tasks as one day, even dreaded tasks, might be missed. The pants I patch now are my son Buck’s pants….and occasionally my son-in-law Craig’s pants. I don’t complain.
The other day my son Karl came and mowed my lawn. I noticed his shorts…They were patched-well one leg was patched.
I took a closer look. Karl explained that his pants ripped from his knee all the way up to his pocket. He stitched the top together with yellow thread and then found an old pair of jeans cut a patch and put that above the knee area. He sure did!!
He said he stitched it all by hand with needle and thread. HA!! Oh, Karl. He had numerous sewing machines at my house, just four houses away from his house, and he patched his own shorts by hand with needle and thread instead of borrowing a machine or asking me to do it. Genius I say!!
The patch is actually pretty cute. So I guess if the patching pants torch in the family is going to be passed from me on to anyone, it will be my son Karl. He doesn’t have a sewing machine but he does a “darn” good job with a needle and thread!!