Hemming sounds so easy

 

Wednesday

I got up at 7:30, not having slept well. I prepared for coffee morning. After meditating and tapping, I cleaned kitchens and bathrooms. I washed dishes. I read outside in the sun. I checked e-mail. I had a steam session. I took a shower and laid down.

I got up, dressed and made egg salad. I gathered up dried leaves from the dehydrator and put them in a baggie. I checked e-mail, then took the mended comforter to Popken. I listened to his side of the story.

I went to the gym to pick up a pair of unhemmed pants. I stopped at the post office, then went home. I realized I didn't have the room to lay the pants out. I looked up hemming, and making a tote bag. I raked and mowed.

I read e-mail, then laid out the pants. I measured, marked, cut, then folded up the hem and basted. But the legs were not the same length. I removed the basting, measured again and again. It kept kept changing. I gave up and watched Call the Midwife, then went to bed.