When I was a kid we often rented a cabin at Bay Lake (near Brainerd) for our summer vacation. I have vivid memories of my mom packing the station wagon with a bunch of projects for her "leisure" time (ha ha ... as if moms ever have leisure time) - even the sewing machine - and items to be mended were not the least among the projects.
Those memories came flooding back today when I sat down to mend my leather coat that I ripped (big time) last week. Beth Ann, Lydia and I were being seated at a tiny booth in a café next to Notre-Dame, and the pocket of my coat caught on the corner of the table as I was plopping myself in, and (totally ungraceful person that I am), not only did the stitching rip but big swaths of the leather tore as well. I said "oh, phooey" (or maybe it was another word that sounds a lot like "Dame").
It warmed up this week, so I haven't had to use the coat, but today was a bit chilly and damp so it was time to get to work! Needle and thread wouldn't be enough, so I hoofed it down to the local hardware store and found some glue that could be used on leather. After an hour or so of prepping, positioning, gluing (times 5) and then some hand stitching, it's back in usable form. It doesn't look like new, but it's not TOO bad.
Mom would be proud (I hope). And I am cozy warm again.
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