Back in my primary school days if someone said 'so what?' a common smart-alecky retort would be 'sew your pants.' And that's what I did this weekend: sew your pants. My husband's pants, to be precise. Here's an exchange from a few weeks ago that led to this exciting development:
Husband: What are you doing?
Me: Blogging R's dress.
Husband: What about those torn pants I gave you to mend a year ago? Are you going to blog them too?
Me: Well, yes, I think I will.
And here they are. Mended. Blogged. As promised!
