I have HAD IT with these mofookin' holes in my mofookin' funnypants!

So... I might've gone crazy with a cool locking stitch that Beth showed me earlier. Sewed a bunch of patches of a "cute" pattern (not my intent at the time) over my knees and butt, trying to repair all the blowouts. And after dubiously glancing through all 14 colors of broken thread in the exploded inseam, I viced it closed with some waxed sail-twine. The rest of the material may wear away to nothing in the next few weeks, but THIS seam is gonna hold!

Otherwise a quiet transit to Tacoma. Mooched food from a nice wooden-boat-building society, met Elf (or Darryl, our Lady historian), discovered that there were SIX Washington/Lady Washington privateers in the Revolutionary War, and shooed drunks off the companionway before settling into my rack.