Hubby has now been in residential Aged Care for two years. He still knows me on occasions, keeps quite well, has a good appetite, but likes more and more just to stay in bed. He strongly resists efforts to get him to do what he doesn't want to do, but is generally content, and his happy nature is evident much of the time.
One of the issues in aged care is always the residents' clothes. They lose their name tags, disappear, get mixed up with someone else's, and after two years you learn to just take it in your stride and go buy replacements. Clothes don't seem to last very long anyway and I blamed the heavy industrial machines for a lot of the wear and tear that occurs so quickly, compared to when I used to do all his washing.
So it was that yet another pair of pyjama pants were ripped away from the waistband. I had repaired them once before and when I looked at them again, I tossed up in my mind whether it was time to just throw them out. The rest of the fabric was in quite good condition, so I decided to repair them just one last time.
While the machine may have won the battle, it didn't come off unscathed. The needle bar is now so out of alignment that the machine is unusable. Unlike myself who didn't need any medical attention, it very definitely needs to go off to the Machine Doctor, (who currently has a 4-week waiting list)!
And the relevance of the photos above? ... none, except that I am contemplating doing some felt embroidery soon!
