This weekend I done something that I have never done before. Darned. Well, maybe not in the traditional sense of the word, but never the less. The entire time I was darning, I kept thinking that it sounded a lot more fun reading about it in books and that this was certainly an indication of how much the failing economy has affected me personally.

We have two sets of really nice sheets that fit our bed. Really nice because they are about 800 thread count. If you’re familiar with thread count then you understand the really nice part. Some time ago one of the sheets developed a small tear. I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time (mainly because it was on the hubby’s side of the bed). Eventually my hubby changed the sheets on day and viola the tear is now on my side. Not only on my side but right where my foot catches it when I’m getting out of bed. A small tear started growing and growing until it became an L shaped tear between washings.

Saturday morning as I got out of bed my foot caught the tear. That was the last time. I changed the sheets and took the fitted sheet to the ironing board. Turning it wrong side out, I cut strips of iron on patches out and “darned” my sheet. No more hole. I’ve washed the sheets and put them back on the shelf. I’ve yet to see how my darn job worked.

Hmm, perhaps I can put the repair back on the hubby’s side!