Today I woke up early, couldn't fall back asleep courtesy of someone small and fuzzy and barky, and finally got up and did home-makery things. I mopped. I folded laundry. I cleaned the outside of the appliances in the kitchen. That sort of stuff. Oreo was very grumpy because, despite having kept my ass awake, he wanted to stay in the bed today. When that didn't happen, he kept trying to herd me toward the bedroom. Because he's a punk.
Then a friend came over to use Betsy (my vintage sewing machine) to hem some jeans.
I'm still a fairly novice sewer. She hasn't used a machine since she was about 8. There was much hilarity. We had the tension wrong and the lower thread from the bobbin kept getting backed up and tangled and caught in the feed-dogs and just generally created a disaster.
This wouldn't have been so bad, except that we weren't the ones who figured out the problem. Tom got home from work just as we were clearing the first thread jam. Then we jammed it up again. And again. So, Tom sat down to look at it. And fixed it. Which was good. Except, as my buddy pointed out, it probably means we fail as women. :P
Anyway, she finally got her jeans hemmed. They look wonderful.