My husband's jeans had a hole that was growing and growing like a cancer in my soul. It was getting a wee bit ruuuuude and the jeans were about to be thrown out. The problem was they were still sturdy and stout in other places, and he still liked wearing them.
So I thought time to put your money where your mouth is and repair them in such a way that they become more loved and have more meaning. So here is what I did.
A little patch on the back to add strength and durability, hand sewn on so that the stitches did not show on the other side.
And a rather naive fish with stars in the sky cos of all the nights he has spent out fishing. Love you my darling.