Falling apart at the seams

I thought I'd share a funny from our travels.

A few months before deputation, my husband asked me to let out his suit pants a bit. So, I went to a friend's house, and we worked on the pants together. There were 3 or 4 pair that needed alterations. Sewing is not my day job, so I asked my friend to do the first pair. She started on the slacks from his brown suit. (I must add that this chocolate colored suit was a hand-me-down from no one knows who and no one knows how old it is, but it fits and looks nice.) So, my friend showed me the process and I was surprised at how simple it really was.

Several weeks passed and we were at a meeting on a Sunday morning in early March. The pastor always stood out on the front porch and welcomed everyone in as they arrived. My husband decided he would join the pastor. It was a cool, breezy morning.

A few minutes later, he came in and told me that he was feeling a little drafty in his seat. I thought that was strange because we had just fixed his pants not too long ago. He turned around so I could take a look, and I could definitely see why he was feeling breezy! There was a giant hole in the seat of his brown suit pants!!! The stitching was so old (remember, this was that mysterious hand-me-down suit) that it shriveled away into dust and left a gaping seam. (fyi: the new stitching my friend had put in was fine haha--the problem was a little further south of the waistband) Yikes!

We panicked!

I thought, "Surely in a church filled with sweet elderly ladies, someone must have a safety pin!"

I thought wrong.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Time for the service to start!

My hubby was so nervous about his risque situation that he took baby steps all morning...you know, the kind where you don't really bend your knees. :) But he still did a great job preaching!

The lesson I learned from all this was to keep a sewing kit in the suitcase at all times!

And now, we do.

And one more in my purse. :)