Thursday, June 20, 2013

Mother Of The Ward

Speaking of missionaries as we were, I remembered that I had neglected to tell you about my first week as The Bishop's Wife when one of the newest dudes came to ask me if I knew anyone who could hem pants. Being the control freak and know-it-all that I am, I started talking about inseams and shoes and cuffs and everything when all the poor kid wanted was someone to tack up the hem he ripped out when biking.
Much simpler.
I took them, and I did my best. I'm not a professional like my mother but I think I managed to secure the edge AND I did it so the stitches aren't seen on the outside of the pant leg. I hope Mother would be proud.

This is me hoping it holds for 22 more months.

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