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Monday, January 25, 2016

Patches

I sat in a meeting a few weeks ago and the woman across from me had a hole in her jeans. It wasn't the kind that came with the jeans, the kind that you pay to find in them. This hole came from wear. The kind that you can patch. (Although I do think some people should patch the ones that come that way from the manufacturer but that just shows my age.) I really wanted to go up to her and ask permission to put a cute patch on her knee.

I restrained myself.

But my children, they don't have a choice.

A hole = A patch.


2 holes = 2 patches.


3 holes = The jeans would be better off in a quilt. Or bib. Or whatever else I find to make.

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