|Bones, just the bare bones|
My sister was lamenting the demise of the grass catcher for her push mower. She brought it over so I could commiserate with her. Maybe a short memorial service would be appropriate, a prayer or something. My heart wasn't into sympathy or mourning, and I pulled the rest of the disintegrated fabric from the catcher skeleton. Horrors! Now it was just bare, naked bones, and I'd shown and paid no respect at all.
The next day remorse set in, and the image of warming up my sewing machine loomed large. Since I was headed out on an errand that took me right next to the fabric store, picking up the parts for this project was simple.
|and ready to mow|
So with a sewing machine, a drill, a hammer, pliers, 1/2 yard of fabric (only this came from the fabric store), thread and a couple yards of wire, new life--a new "body"--was breathed back into the grass catcher. Just never can tell what will be part of the Things I get to do today. Be prepared.
*It was not really in the "Rye." But "Catcher in the Sewing Room" doesn't have the same ring or name recognition.