Morning hurdles
Do you ever have those mornings where you simply can't get your engine firing as it should? Well let me tell you, today I need more than a few new spark plugs to sort me out.
Today I decided that I wanted to look "cute".....not something easily achieved by an aging granny with more ailments than a physician's desk reference can describe. Gingerly and somewhat excited, I chose my outfit carefully, wanting to coordinate with my lovely new navy blue leather boots…they are amazing. Entering the kitchen I stumbled and fumbled but didn't initially think anything of it. I began my morning routine, but within seconds I had dropped my knife and butter and egg all over the floor. Undeterred, I bent down….well that's a generous description, I staggered and groaned and creaked to try and mop up the butter before I or someone else slipped. On the way back up from the hunchback position, I saw the reason why I stumbled earlier. Now I don't normally spend time complaining , it's not what I do, but seriously people, why in the name of all things decent can't manufacturing companies make quality clothing anymore. Shoddy. That's what I call it these days. Shoddy workmanship. Sporting my very cute and brand new trousers, I realized that the entire hem on one leg had unraveled. I have yet to purchase a pair of trousers where this has not happened and yet each time it does I am astonished. And perhaps I can even say, I'm miffed.
The clock is ticking at this point and I have the decision to make to go and try to find an equally cute outfit to replace the one I'm wearing, or….repair the hem and get on with it. Reaching for my sewing box I tried for several minutes to find a needle with a hole large enough for me to actually see. My temper was now at a crossroads. Would I fling the offending garment across the room or conquer the challenge. Rummaging further. I finally located a needle that would suffice. Not even a quarter of the way around the hem. I noticed a tugging in my finger. I had inadvertently sewn the band aid wrapped around my finger to my trousers. Setbacks like these can drive a person over the edge…..Finally, the hem was in place and I gathered myself together and with one last look in the mirror I decided that I didn't look cute at all. In fact, I wanted to change my outfit altogether. At this point I may just have to call in sick and claim a mental health day 🤣😂