{"id":3642,"date":"2010-02-04T14:42:01","date_gmt":"2010-02-04T19:42:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=3642"},"modified":"2016-08-14T13:48:16","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T18:48:16","slug":"patchin-it-old-skool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2010\/02\/04\/patchin-it-old-skool\/","title":{"rendered":"Patchin&#8217; it, old skool"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"drop_cap\">W<\/span>hen I saw the tear in the knee of Tristan&#8217;s gorgeous new Gap cargo pants, I was more than annoyed.  I was disappointed, and frustrated.  The boy is hard on his clothes.  We hand down a lot of t-shirts in my house, but pants rarely survive to have a boy grow out of them.  Even with reinforced knees, they get blown out regularly.<\/p>\n<p>So you know what I did?  I went to the notions section of Zellers (something about the notions section makes me think of my childhood Saturdays spent at Kmart with my mom and my granny) and I bought a $1.29 iron-on patch kit.  Oh yes I did.  Eight patches in four colours, I got.  And I patched the knees of those gorgeously soft Gap cargo pants, and a pair of black pants that we got for back to school, and just today a pair of blue jeans, too.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/4330198969\/\" title=\"patched by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2786\/4330198969_097b1f9fd6.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"patched\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I waffled a little bit at first, I admit it.  You can see that some of the patch jobs are more, um, subtle, than the others.  The brown one was pretty good at first, but now that it&#8217;s been washed a few times, it&#8217;s starting to fray around the edges. You really can only see the black one if you&#8217;re looking for it.  There&#8217;s nothing discreet about that dark blue patch on the faded denim, though.  But you know what?  I reclaim patches on the knee in the name of frugality and saving $60 worth of trousers from the scrap heap.  Humility be damned, I&#8217;ll admit it:  I patch my kids&#8217; pants and I&#8217;m proud of it.<\/p>\n<p>My grandmother would be proud, too.  She used to take all the stitching out of the collars of my grandfather&#8217;s shirts, turn it all inside out and sew it back together &#8212; on her peddle-powered sewing machine, no less &#8212; whenever the collars started to fray.  Now *that&#8217;s* frugal.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m pretty happy with the newly recycled knees, and Tristan is still oblivious enough to be completely unphased by the patches.  At around 15 cents a patch, I think that&#8217;s a pretty good investment, too. When did patches fall out of favour, anyway?  I&#8217;m pretty sure I had plenty of them on my knees when I was a kid.  Or that might be band-aids I&#8217;m thinking of.  Now I&#8217;m on a mission.  Maybe if I go beyond the notions section at Zellers, I can find some high-end patches.  Maybe this is the beginning of a patching revolution.  Hell, the next thing you know I&#8217;ll be darning socks, too!  <\/p>\n<p>Well, maybe not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I saw the tear in the knee of Tristan&#8217;s gorgeous new Gap cargo pants, I was more than annoyed. I was disappointed, and frustrated. The boy is hard on his clothes. We hand down a lot of t-shirts in my house, but pants rarely survive to have a boy grow out of them. 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