Sometimes by the time you start to mend, the whole garment has started to fail. or perhaps it is just that my threshold for deciding a garment is no longer suitable for work is higher than some other people’s! I mended my gardening jeans a while back… and they ripped again above the patch. This is an argument for a bigger patch to begin with, but time travel is complicated. So I mended the jeans again.
I guess I mended them 9 months ago. Not all bad. And there is a reason my favourite jeans have been relegated to the garden. Anyway… I decided to just extend the patch. I ripped out the simple side seam (–not the flat felled one with all that lovely top stitching), ripped the old patch off the inside on the side I needed to extend the patch, ripped the seam joining the part of the patch that shows to the jeans, and stitched a new patch onto the old one. Rippity schmippity!
There didn’t seem much point in fussing over making this look chic. First thing that will happen once it’s done is that I will kneel in the glorious earth. One of the things I love about having gardening jeans is that I can relish those moments and not shrink from them, thinking of all the times my lovely mother told me not to get my clothes dirty. So, a whimsical egg shaped patch it is on the outside.
Stitched! I am so happy to have my machine back. Sorry about the indoor mood lighting.
Then, a neatish rectangle, more or less, on the inside.
And we’re done.
Sure enough, here I am coming in from weeding and clearing and planting and repotting! I can’t be letting my favourite jeans go just yet…