Mmmm - interesting title to this post! I hope the story will live up to it now!
If you've been keeping track of our little family trip to the south of Spain then you'll be aware that it came to an end last weekend. We were just finishing the last of the packing on Saturday night and Mr C was packing up the full suitcases in the car boot in readiness for an early start back to the airport on Sunday morning. I came to the last case and discovered to my horror that the zipper had completely broken and there was no prospect of being able to zip it closed! Even the moving part of the zip had fallen off in my hand!
Several ideas sprang to mind - cry :: parcel up the clothes and post them home :: cry some more :: divide up the clothes amongst the family and insist they wear them all the way home (aka Joey from Friends stylee!) :: try and fix the case .....
Since I didn't think it fair to make Sarah wear my maternity clothes all the way home I figured the only way would be to try and fix the zip. My trusty scissors enabled me to snip the wire and carefully thread the zip back onto the case. However there was still a major risk that the zip would split open revealing all our shameful dirty washing at the airport check in desk. I could just picture all my smalls littered all over the runway! Spurred on with this horrible image in mind I searched in the case for some sock wool and my darning needle. 20 mins later and I'd managed to secure the case with some leftover Artesano Hummingbird (DK don't-cha-know!). My C was very impressed (maybe his smalls left more to be desired than mine!!)!
Amazingly, my sewing skills did the trick and it held all the way home. Thankfully my visions of our being greeted by a selection of my shoes, swimming costumes and laundry whirling their way the baggage carousel at Manchester Airport remained just that.