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Laundry, mending

When I'm awake, I'm awake. And it was time to do laundry. I'm short on pants, because two of my pairs of pants were in the mending pile, so after starting the wash, working out, and starting the drying, I decided to dive into the mending pile.

I wound up working on all kinds of things. It takes 45 minutes for the dryer cycle to complete. First I sewed up the blown seam on my good pants. All the threads are coming loose from that one, and I'm going to have to tack the elastic back down one of these days soon. Next, I dug up the other pair of pants in need of some work, and fixed the pocket, where it had started to show threads. Both of these pants have been fixed before, for the same or similar ailments. Hazard of the job, I suppose. Different places. Thrift store black pants. Pants go boom. Thread go boom first.

After that, I found a pair of jeans that looked at first glance like they'd nothing wrong with them, but after a second glance, the crotch had worn out. I found another pair of crotch-blown pants and used them to patch the jeans. They won't be good for anything formal, but I can certainly wear patched jeans around the house. This was my first patch, so I did a very crazy job on it, but it should be adequate for the purpose. I won't be smuggling monkeys in my pants or anything, so it shouldn't have to stand up to that much wear and tear.

Then there was that one fluffy black broomstick skirt, which was suffering some seam dissociation. Fixed! It was a little rough getting the fabric to match up to the lace, because it's sewn in horizontal stripes and it's all gathered and floofy, but I managed, I think not half badly.

After that, the nightgown. Yay, nightgown! This is the black with blue roses one, and the side seams down by the bottom keep getting torn because I will walk energetically, and I really do need a full skirt to support that habit of mine. One more reason why full long skirts are for convenience of the wearer, rather than Oppression of the Patriarchy. Sheesh.

And finally, the other nightgown, the half-finished black one. I sewed up the other side and hemmed the bottom and cut a neck-hole. I'll have to hem the sleeves and the neck hole before I can wear it.

Hooray for laundry and mending! Well, that last was hardly mending, but it still counts, because I was at the sewing machine at one in the morning over it.

I still need to sew a button on those old pants of Sis's, and also put together that summer-weight anti-sun robe I was contemplating.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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