This morning while sewing the hem on a pair of pajamas (I lengthened one pair and shortened another,) I remembered my mother teaching me how to make invisible hem stitches. Not on the outside of the garment only, but on the inside as well. And I remembered my mother bragging to our neighbor about how small and even my stitches were. I was embarrassed that she bragged, but why should she not? She taught me and deserved the credit.
Are invisible hem stitches important? I mean, who is going to lift your hem to check out your needlework? But here is what I've learned: If you make large messy stitches—and I've hurriedly done those—your toe keeps catching in them, and pretty soon you have to sit down and redo your work. An avoidable waste of time.
Besides sewing a hem on the pajamas this morning, I stitched down the facings on one top. Has anyone found store-bought pajamas with stitched down facings? Since that little step is skipped (probably to save money) the facings curl up when the garment is washed. The front does not lie smooth and can even be uncomfortable.
My dad always said, "A place for everything and everything in its place." His workshop reflected that maxim. So did my mother's housekeeping. Once when I was angry at her I thought about getting revenge by mixing up the silverware in its drawer. My conscience didn't allow me to do it, fortunately, because I was too young to realize that it would be me who would have to straighten it out again!
I've noticed that as people get older, they begin losing things. I rarely have that problem because I have my parents' habit of "a place for everything." How many hours do people spend looking for things? Sad to say, this is a problem with younger people as well.
I've found that neatness and orderliness are friends that make life simpler. (But don't look at my office today.)