So my mother went to Arizona for a yesterday on a vacation. She had been gone for about 2 hours when it hit me...I needed her to sew Isaac's name bar on his hockey jersey before his game on Friday night.
I don't like to admit it...but I'm 42 years-old and my mother still hems my jeans for me. I'm not really a fan of sewing and Mom has a sewing room all set up in her house so usually if I need something fixed I just casually drop it off at her house...and she returns it the next day...easy.
I'm in charge of getting her mail and feeding her cats for the next couple weeks so I guess I'll have to suck it up and do my own sewing too....gosh I feel like an orphan.