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Aurelia
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I hate mending–sewing by hand. I don’t know how they do it, but my kids are forever getting holes in their socks. The holes aren’t big enough to justify throwing the sock away, so I mend them. When I get around to it, that is. I think I’ve got clothes in the mending pile that the kids have outgrown long ago. But I hate sewing: the thread always gets tangled up, or I stick my fingers with the needle.
On the other hand, call me weird, but I love to iron, especially while listening to the Saturday broadcast of the Metropolitan Opera from New York, or while watching a good movie on TV.
On the other hand, call me weird, but I love to iron, especially while listening to the Saturday broadcast of the Metropolitan Opera from New York, or while watching a good movie on TV.