Paul - wewe were just walking around with scissors, using them for your latest project and suddenly, before wewe knew it, wewe were slicing a hole through Paul’s favourite jacket. “Crap” wewe cursed, tearing the koti, jacket off the hanger and attempting to sew it up. Your sewing was atrocious, but wewe thought you’d give it a shot as it was better than making Paul angry. wewe heard the door shut and wewe stiffened, pin and wool still in hand and a half-stitched, wonky patch where the tear is, used with yellow and black wool. “My jacket!” Paul cried, holding it up in front of him. “Paul, I’m...
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