Mending Bibs

The life of a farm wife is glamorous.  Especially when the perfectly comfortable and broken in bibs get rips.  And my husband wants them fixed, like now. 

At least they are clean. 

But I'm not sure the Brother is quite up to the task. 

I hate to even mention the words "new machine" right now (spoiler alert - I got a new one for Christmas), but when it comes time to replace her, I think I need something with bigger throat space. 

There was much tugging and pulling, but I managed to get all the holes patched.  This isn't the first time either (old in gold stitching and new in gray).

Methinks next time we get a new pair. 

My Brother's Wedding

My brother got married a month ago, and I was the florist.  My first try, but everyone seemed to like the flowers.  I don't think I'd want to do it full time, but it's nice to know I have another skill.  The wedding and reception were at our parents' farm.  I don't have many good pictures as I was running around like crazy beforehand, but at least you can see a little bit of the flowers in these.