When I went to pick up the correct solenoid in Port Lavaca, I caught the back of my short denim skirt on something in B & S’s truck that ripped a gash up a good part of the back of it. I was irked as skirts are growing harder and harder to find unless you shop at pricey online boutiques. This one was the exact length and heft that I needed for it to be wearable both in the summer with sandals and in colder weather with tights.
I’m not much of a seamstress, so I decided to try to repair the skirt using some iron-on fusible webbing and then finish off the repair with a few discrete hand stitches.
The few times that I’ve had access to 120V power lately, I just haven’t thought about the skirt. It was cool enough on the beach to be comfortable in my longer skirts. But it’s hot here and I miss having the shorter one. This afternoon, I decided to attempt a repair.
There was just one teensy problem: my iron draws 1,200W, 200W more than my inverter can handle. Gaaaaaaaaaaah.
There was my poor skirt, all trussed up and dampened (okay, soddened) and ready to go:
Never one to give up in front of a challenge, I remembered that for most of the history of ironing, women used heavy cast iron irons.
So I fired up the stove and a couple of minutes later, well:
It worked! The repair feels very good, but I will add a few stitches to make sure the ends are solid.
It’s true, necessity is the mother of all invention! 😀
Now THAT is some classic improvising 🙂
I’m glad someone appreciates my, um, creative solutions. 🙂
Wow, you are one resourceful girl! I am so impressed with you (not for the first time, but this is a classic!)
We have a saying in the south….
” Now that’s using your noggin!”
Hi Rae,
Ditto on all of the above.
Great thinking.
You always come up with the best solutions.
🙂
Why didn’t I think of this? In Mexico, as I tried to press the seams of a quilt I plugged in my 1600 watt iron and flipped the main breaker for the whole block of condos. I just gave up, when I could have heated one of the cast iron skillets on the propane stove. You are amazing.
Ingenuity breeds ingenuity. Now I know how to protect my hand from the cast-iron pan handle. Make it’s own little oven mitt (I had never seen one of those before).
I don’t remember where I got that cover for the handle. It might have been a stocking stuffer one year.