So-So

Friday, December 15, 2023

Yesterday, I hemmed a pair of slacks by hand. I hadn’t put a thread to a needle for years. I started by visiting YouTube for hem-sewing techniques. Afterward, and after finally managing to locate needles and thread, I could sense my brain and muscle memory bringing up some basic sewing moves.

I am forced to sew because I’m no longer tall and statuesque at five feet, two and one-half inches, but a shrunken, mere four feet and eleven inches. This is obvious in group photos where everybody else towers above me; and in finding the bottoms of my short-person pant-bottoms clustering on the floor.

On completing the hemline, I got picky and saw tiny bludges that might smudge the finished appearance. My hems needed ironing! Long ago, I had an iron and board, but yesterday, rushed to Costco and found an iron. This one barely resembles any in my past life. Its bottom is a water chamber for standalone steaming or combo steaming and ironing.

I got onto it and finished the job. Today at work, I’ll be Power Girl in Leg-Fitting Power Pants. My schedule is terrible, I’ll work until 11 p.m. because of the store’s extended Christmas shopping hours. Tomorrow’s scheduled shift also will last forever.

Dear Friends: It’s no little matter: I still see well enough to thread a needle! Diana