“Bring on the sweatshop!”
Ryan has had work jeans to mend for… um…. forever. At least a year. And they are kind of a pain, so I’ve never done them. (Plus, I was kinda hoping they would just end up in the garbage.)
Finally, he decided he could just do it himself. First, he tried hand-sewing, then I started them on the machine and he decided he could do it himself. (Which was good, because Glee was on.)
The whole time, I’m hearing: “BRING ON THE SWEATSHOP!” Then silence. “BRING ON THE SWEATSHOP!” Over and over.
After patching two pairs of jeans, he strutted into the living room with the jeans held over his head in victory (thank goodness it was during a commercial).
He said: “You know, it really is true what they say. ‘Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime.’ Only, it’s for mending pants.”
And, that, my friends, is priceless. Because now Ryan can patch his own pants for a lifetime.