Church shorts

My husband, like many men, is quite attached to certain items of clothing. He had a pair of shorts for a long time that over the years have come to be very "holey". Hence, his church shorts. This particular pair had horizontal holes across the front. By the time I was able to convince him to throw them away they were basically a waistband and pockets.

He's had other shorts in the past that have had holes large and small that I've stitched up. Most of these repairs didn't hold long. (He's like the hulk, he just apparently busts out of clothing at the drop of a hat.) These shorts had seen some better days by the time we met. I can undertand, how he feels, really I can. I've been there. I had a favorite pair of thrift store jeans with a hole in the crotch and back pocket that I patched and patched and patched until I finally could patch no more and I had to let them go.

His most recent loss was perhaps the most tragic of them all. Not so much tragic for him, but as for the unfortunate people who had to witness it. It was last Saturday and I was at the Heart of Lancaster Craft show while he went to the Gettysburg Outlet Farmer's market. Here is an excerpt from our conversation when I got home:

Timmy: Look what happened to my shorts! (He holds up his cargo shorts to show me the foot long hole in the back from the pocket on down.)
Me: Oh no! How did that happen?
Timmy: I bent over and they just ripped.
Me: (Realization strikes.) Did that happen at Farmer's Market???
Timmy: Yeah.
Me: Oh shit! It was at the end of market right?
Timmy: Nope, it was pretty much the beginning....
Me: (Realization strikes again. OH SHIT! He doesn't wear underwear!) What did you do???
Timmy: Well, Sharon gave me a binder clip to hold them together....
Me: Did that work?
Timmy: Pretty well...

All the more reason to come out and see us at one of our various locations. You never know what is going to happen....