Thursday, December 1, 2011


I don't like mending. I never have. When I was young and my mother learned that I liked to sew she gave me anything that needed mending or altering. My mother didn't sew at all. Not even loose buttons. That was always my job. But, that doesn't tell you why I dislike it.

First, I don't really know what I'm doing, unless it's sewing on a button. Second, I'm not very good at it. It never looks like new. You want evidence?

This is my most recent mending attempt. Not pretty, but effective.

Why mend a dog toy? Because, they are expensive! Snowman Wubba was $10.50. I noticed this
morning that his head was held on by just a few threads, and
we bought him just two weeks ago.  Out came the buttonhole twist. You know, like in Beatrix Potter's "The Tailor of Gloucester." That was the easiest part. I had to find a needle that had an eye large enough to handle the thread. It felt like a railroad spike after working with a straw needle for Dear Jane.

I stitched all the way around Wubba's head on both sides of the neck band. Hopefully, Ginger (AKA, Bad Dog) won't undo my mending and decapitate Snowman Wubba too quickly.

1 comment:

  1. I've taught my family well - they all believe I can't do mending. I think my daughter (who couldn't even thread a needle without help) honestly believes I can't do things like shortening trousers on my machine!