The fishline looking stuff that holds the blingy stuff on my
belt has failed, well, partially.
Actually it’s only failed near where my phone case hooks onto the
belt. It’s been struggling for a while,
and by saying a while… I think months, maybe since the beginning of the year
would be accurate. Yes, it started
coming loose sometime around January or February. I remember because I was so disappointed that
it happened, and I realized that the only new thing was my phone case and well…
you can see how that goes because I got my phone on a black Friday sale, and I
know it was after Christmas when my belts blingy holding fishline looking stuff
started to suffer.
This of course means that I’ve spent months waiting for it
to get bad enough that I have to fix it, take the blingy stuff off, or replace
the belt. I really like my belt. It’s just the right size and has just the
right amount of bling to make me happy.
Plus, I got it on clearance so I’m pretty sure that replacing it would
be difficult. I like the blingy stuff
too much to cut it off, so… that leaves me only one rational choice. Fix the belt.
(We won’t discuss the value of preventive maintenance here, that’s
another discussion for another time.)
The repair really wasn’t too difficult, all I needed to do
was get out a needle, pick some thread, and use as much of the fishline looking
stuff that was left as I could before using cheap (dollar a spool cheap) cotton
thread to fix it. The resewing wasn’t
much of a problem, there were already holes from when the manufacturer sewed it
on, and so I didn’t even need a thimble.
I do however have cats. I even have a really cute little kitten, we’ll
call him Mewzer, because, well that’s his name.
There really isn’t much in this world that kittens like to play with
more than something you are intently focused on, except maybe long dangly
things… like a belt or string of any kind… including thread. I don’t guess it takes a rocket scientist to
figure out this formula. My intense
focus plus one belt plus some thread equals unequaled temptation for a certain
little one eyed gray kitty. It doesn’t
end there though.
Yes, as much as I like to pretend I’m not predictable, you’ve
probably already figured out that what should have been a simple sew it back
together job became a sew, dodge, sew, sew, get it back from the kitty, sew,
dodge, dodge, sew… you probably get the idea.
Yep, I had more Mewzer help than I knew quite what to do with. Granted I’ve missed having time with my
little Russian Blue (that’s what I was told he is) so I humored him for a bit,
but then I got a little frustrated and said some magical words.
“Careful, or I’m going to have to call the scary dog.” That’s all I said. Joy heard all she needed to hear and took her
little lion dog self over to give that evil glare of hers to poor little
defenseless Mewzer. Joy glared him all
the way off of my lap and then jumped in it for good measure. Even though she’s a Pekingese and they were
bred as lapdogs, that’s never really been Joy’s favorite thing, but she did it
long enough for me to finish up. As soon
as I was done, she jumped down and within seconds my lap was reoccupied by a
little gray one eyed kitten. I had put
my computer in my lap, and for that, he wasn’t having enough fun for Joy to
think it necessary to intervene.
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