A Malkuth of Me,  domestic goddess,  life

Little Things

It’s amazing how it’s the little things that can suck up so much time. Or at least things we think are little things that turn into big things. A perfect example of this: Recently my husband and I both needed some pants hemmed.  You would think this little chore wouldn’t take me more than a few hours. Nope, it turns out that hemming pants is a bit of an art. While I’m a competent sewer  my sewing really is more functional than pretty.  This little chore ended up becoming a huge chore and after three hours I’d accomplished the hem on one pair of pants. I had never hemmed men’s pants before so the material was thicker and required more navigation around the seams with the machine so that I wouldn’t break a needle (considering the one I’m using is my heaviest one and I don’t have any more).  After that one pair of pants I kind of abandoned the task. In my mind that’s now three hours per pair of pants  (which is not true, it will probably be an hour a pair) for about 8 pairs. That’s a lot of time spent hunched over the sewing machine, ripping seams, cutting, etc… I don’t know that my DH actually appreciates how long this is actually going to take me. Of course it’s no fault of his own.  He can’t help it all the pants are a few inches too long for him. I was also the one who agreed to hem them. Silly me.

So tonight I am going to spend an entire evening on the little things. I may not accomplish more than three pairs of hemmed pants when it’s all said and done, but at least I’ll only have five pairs to go and only two more nights of hemming to complete his pants. Mine will be simple. The fabric on women’s clothing is thin — no seam ripping or cutting required (unless we’re talking excess fabric).

I have a million examples of the little things. Ask me about my $1,000 faucet sometime.


Steph is an award winning and bestselling author of thrilling steamy and paranormal romances, dark urban fantasy, occult horror-thrillers, cozy mysteries, contemporary romance, sword and sorcery fantasy, and books about the esoteric and Daemonolatry. A Daemonolatress and forever a resident of Smelt Isle, she is happily married and cat-mom to three pampered house cats. Her muse is a demanding sadistic Dom who often keeps her up into the wee hours of the morning. You can contact her at swordarkeereon@gmail.com

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