Is now sitting in my kitchen, at a table that has a view of my backyard and nothing on it, except for the dog's food, for now; but eventually, nothing but unfinished sewing projects!
I sat down today, using the loo, when I noticed I could see the bathroom floor through the crotch my brand new Mario Serrani's. What has this world come to when you can't even find quality workmanship in your Designer Italian trousers? The hole must have been there since I bought them as they are not tight and I have not heard any telltale signs of ripping ones' seat. So I spent an entire day at work wondering if anyone would notice the 5 inch gaping hole when I walked with more than an 8 inch stride.
I got home today, trudged upstairs to the pig sty, aka teenage portion of the house and dragged down my 17 year old's sewing machine. I wiped off the one inch layer of dust, found an extension cord and appropriate coloured thread, took off my trousers, and in my tightie whitie hanes for her, I put a new reinforced crotch into those Italian beauties.
Another job well done, not even Mario Serrani would be able to tell that I stitched overtop of the original child labour seams. Voila, life is good.
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