Surely everyone must have one of these piles. Surely it’s not just me. More sensible people likely have a dedicated shelf in the sewing room for the ripped or somehow damaged clothing that needs repair. Or even a basket in a closet.  Out of sight, out of mind.

Due to sheer laziness and perhaps my own efforts to urge myself into action, my pile is draped over my bedroom chair, in plain sight. Each day I think “ya I love those pants and I am going to want to wear them soon so I really should get off my lazy ass and fix them before that day comes when I’m sewing at 6am”.

Honestly though, the fix-it pile is starting to piss me off. I may have to sew tonight just to remove that small but irritating monkey on my back.