More Work Than It Seams
(My grandmother is friends with her doctors, a husband and wife team. She is a seamstress. They ask if she can adjust some clothing for them, simple things such as hems. She is happy to do so.)
Grandmother: *to me* “I finish the doctor’s sewing and take it back to them, only to find that their receptionist has a bag of clothes she wants me to adjust”.
Me: “Was she jealous that you did it for them and wanted her turn, too?”
Grandmother: “Yes, I think so. Silly me, I said I would. The clothes were all brand new. She wanted them all let out. I had to unpick the seams and then sew thinner seams.”
Me: *being a sewer too* “That would have taken ages. You might as well have been making them from scratch.”
Grandmother: “Yes, I know, I finally took them in today. Told her that next time she has to buy clothes that actually fit.”