I was on Facebook the other day. This showed up as a memory from three years ago. I was lamenting patching Kramer’s pants. What a difference three years can make.
Even though I hate patching pants, what quilter likes mending, I would LOVE to be patching pants today.
The pants I was patching were Kramer’s work pants. If you’re new here, Kramer is my husband who died of lung cancer in June of 2019.
Kramer wore Lee Riders, 34 x 32 boot cut. It was the only pants he wore unless we were going to a wedding or funeral. I must have put in at least 100 patches in our 32 years of marriage. I think I complained every stinking time.
Now, I’d patch a pair every day if it meant he was here. I wouldn’t complain. I would smile and be so thankful he was here so I could patch his pants.
It was funny as the same day this showed up as a memory on Facebook, this showed up in my newsfeed…
Wow…this said exactly what I was thinking when I saw the picture I had posted of me patching Kramer’s jeans from three years ago. Funny how they both popped up on the same day! I thought it was serendipity that I write about it.
I don’t know what your significant other likes you to make. I don’t know if they like their jeans to get patched. I have no idea what you do that makes your significant other happy…please, just do it. I promise you won’t regret it..even if you hate patching jeans…even if you don’t want to make chili. Just do it. Make the chili…patch the jeans.