...steeped in tradition, and fun for everyone. I refer, of course, to the time-honoured annual ritual of my son Cass bringing home his munted jeans to be repaired. By me. Oh, you thought I meant CHRISTMAS? No indeed, this ritual is more of a ....moveable... one, depending on exactly when he comes to stay. But nevertheless, it has been a tradition since he left home to go to university 9 years ago. No, that isn't a typo. He HAS been at uni that long, and will do another year to gain his Masters. He already has 2 other Bachelor's degrees, so he hasn't been wasting his time.
During the Jeans Festival, this sort of thing:
..becomes like so:...and the jeans live to be worn another day. The patches are always done from the inside so as to be as inconspicuous as possible. Cass certainly gets the most out of his jeans, some of which return for several years. This is the Second Patching of this pair. And no fit healthy jeans are harmed, as I only cannibalise pairs that will never be worn again. Recycling at its best.