Poor Vince. He cannot find a safety pin. We had a whole big container of them and several years ago, he took them out to pin sheets over some of the fruit trees before a freeze and I never saw them again. I know I should have safety pins handy and in my purse and in my car . . but I don’t.
He was going to clean out the chicken coop this morning. He grabbed an old pair if sweatpants . . don’t ask me why because the high today is 81 degrees. The string was missing. He’s lost enough weight that they won’t stay up. He was walking around saying “I can’t believe it . . you knit and sew and don’t have safety pins!” I wanted to say “If you hadn’t taken my container of pins out and lost them, we would have safety pins” but I didn’t. Then he decided maybe he could use clothespins to make tucks (of sorts) to keep his pants up.
Several times, I said “Vince, just get a different pair of pants!” Nope . . not gonna do it. Then he decided he would use my new hole punch and punch holes in the pants and run twine through the holes. No! That’s for paper, not thick sweatshirt material.
I’m not sure what his solution was but he’s out cleaning out the chicken coop. You can bet when I see those pants in the laundry, they’re going in the trash.
Safety pins have been added to my shopping list.