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  • Dr.Midnight

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    Alamo

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    In the 1950s when I was in grade school, the poorer kids wore blue jeans. They were cheap, not a fashion statement. Our moms patched the knees with iron-on patches when they wore through. Now people pay extra for the holes and loose threads.
    My mom liked to sew, or maybe she didn’t really like it but she grew up during the depression and learned to make do. We weren’t exactly rich when I was a kid, so she repaired a lot of clothes, and also made many of her own dresses. So of course she repaired my jeans on her ancient sewing machine.

    One year she finally got a new sewing machine from Sears, probably was Christmas present from dad. Electronics were just starting to show up in a few appliances and this one had about 50 dozen different stitching patterns she could dial-in. Zigzag, some kind of bar stitch like thing, I think it would even do flower patterns, all kinds of stuff.

    So for practice, she grabbed my worst pair of jeans and the wildest, brightest thread colors in her inventory, and stitched every damn hole with a different bizarre pattern.

    So I got to wear those to high school.
     

    2tonic

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    My mom liked to sew, or maybe she didn’t really like it but she grew up during the depression and learned to make do. We weren’t exactly rich when I was a kid, so she repaired a lot of clothes, and also made many of her own dresses. So of course she repaired my jeans on her ancient sewing machine.

    One year she finally got a new sewing machine from Sears, probably was Christmas present from dad. Electronics were just starting to show up in a few appliances and this one had about 50 dozen different stitching patterns she could dial-in. Zigzag, some kind of bar stitch like thing, I think it would even do flower patterns, all kinds of stuff.

    So for practice, she grabbed my worst pair of jeans and the wildest, brightest thread colors in her inventory, and stitched every damn hole with a different bizarre pattern.

    So I got to wear those to high school.

    I share your pain, brother.
    I share your pain.
     

    rhamersley

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    My mom liked to sew, or maybe she didn’t really like it but she grew up during the depression and learned to make do. We weren’t exactly rich when I was a kid, so she repaired a lot of clothes, and also made many of her own dresses. So of course she repaired my jeans on her ancient sewing machine.

    One year she finally got a new sewing machine from Sears, probably was Christmas present from dad. Electronics were just starting to show up in a few appliances and this one had about 50 dozen different stitching patterns she could dial-in. Zigzag, some kind of bar stitch like thing, I think it would even do flower patterns, all kinds of stuff.

    So for practice, she grabbed my worst pair of jeans and the wildest, brightest thread colors in her inventory, and stitched every damn hole with a different bizarre pattern.

    So I got to wear those to high school.
    Coulda been worse...
    she could have gotten a "Beadazzler"

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    2tonic

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    My mom had my paternal great-grandmother's treadle powered Singer, (which my dad later converted to electric) and was a very good seamstress. When our jeans became overloaded with darns and patches, the legs got cut off, and presto, new shorts. Of course, the legs weren't thrown out, they became the new source of patches. I was OK with Mom's handiwork.
    The troubles started when my older sister learned to open the seams of a pair of pants, up to the knees, and sew in gussets (some matching, some contrasting) to make bellbottoms out of straight legs.

    In junior high, my pants could have doubled as windsocks.
     
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