Figured a new thread was in order
 

Here are some pics, I came to realize that this jacket is mine, the 2xl, and kiddo is getting a new one in black denim, a lee from sears in XL not 2XL. So I get to keep this one with the flame red stitching that I have grown to love. It is just too big on him, he needs a smaller one. :D

http://www.sears.com/shc/s/p_10153_1...ku=04115778003

Hit the black color, I am ordering it tonight, looking forward to getting the second patch on the back of this jacket and hopefully it will fit kiddo like a glove. :)

Okay here are a couple of it on me to check out.

http://i41.tinypic.com/20pa9go.jpg http://i43.tinypic.com/16ixv1e.jpg

I really like it a lot, kiddo has said, "Mommy" and given it to me he just doesn't feel comfortable with wearing a jacket that's huge on him anymore. Last year it fit, the year before that it fit, this year not so much. I am really excited about his new jacket, because his old one suits me fine, has two HUGE inner pockets too! :D

things are working out for you. nice jacket!
you going to have to spend 3-4 more hours on the new jacket and patch???/
yikes!
bizi
you're such a good mom!

Yep! But I'll get it done no problem. I just want to make certain he wants it on there BEFORE I sew it on, you know?

It makes sense to get him the jacket he wants, while I get this perfect hand me down. :) I guess I kinda foresaw it happening that way when I was sewing and that was why I didn't want to put it down til I was done...It was so cool when it was happening too. It was a family affair, only it was jack, kiddo and myself. It reminded me of the time when we did the Def Leppard banner with my deceased artist step father and artistic mother.

He'll love it when it's done, I will take plenty of pics, the anxiety has been a dull roar lately and that's fine with me. I feel good, so that's what matters. I put on a pair of jeans today, a pair that NEVER fit me right before, NEVER, they were a size 18 and NOT 18/20 like my other stuff. BUT they do fit now! Talk about motivation? WOW! :D Probably getting ever closer to 200. I was 204 last time we weighed in last week. Feeling very good. :)

happy for you! congratulations !!!!!! you are awesome!
bizi

Thanks Pam,
Your thread reminded me of my mother, grandmothers and greatgrandmothers, and their hands.

They did parties of quilting, tating, embroidery, crocheting, cooking, and baking the traditional family favorites, and when resting finally, their fingers slid along the pages of the family Bible's.

They all had large families, from 14, 12, 10, 6, kids.

Grandma Alice, who did most of the scripture reading I remember, made bread. Grandma Tillie was the Polish grandma with all the great family traditional favorites my children are now learning.
My Mom, made sure I learned all the receipes from the both sides of my family, Polish dishes she learned from Tillie for my Dad, Alice's canning and bread making she learned from her parents and grandparents of German, PA Dutch cooking.

But, I always remember their hands; when they sat and worked with the yarn and threads. Whether it was a quilt for new bride, baby clothes I cherish so much, and the way each one held their hands, to my cheeks and gave me a kiss.

Your son and family will always remember how dedicated you were to them, the time spent together, and your hands working away on the special projects in your home.
Bless you for making those memories.:hug:
Di

Hugs today you you dear di.
((((((HUGS)))))
bizi

Dear Pam,
The red stitching is definitely a nice touch.
You did a good job with the patch. I think the jacket was always meant to be your jacket. :D

M

Thanks bizi! I feel very pleased with how well things are going. :D

Awww thanks Di, that was so sweet of you to post, thank you. :) I am delighted to give kiddo these memories. You all know I do that Flash Fiction Challenge on Sundays right? I did it this Sunday writing about the jacket and I think for just under 900 words it came out nice! Hope you like it!

Yeah I love the red stitching the most, what's killer is I have a pair of red driving spandex with feather leather strips over the fingers on it. I love these gloves! They match nicely. I love that this jacket has the huge inner pockets so the gloves are easy to carry in one side. LOL! Thanks for your comments Mari! :D

Thanks everyone! Check out "Nothing Special" love to know what you think, I will edit it out later today because I don't want it googled.

EDITED TO ADD: Kiddo's jacket will be here Friday! HOORAY! The patch should be here before that too, I am so excited about it too. :D Hopefully the jacket obsession will let up a little now once I get his jacket's patch sewn on this coming weekend. :D

"Nothing Special"

The jacket was nothing special, it was different with its flame red double stitching. It had incredibly large inner pockets, generous enough to have a hidden protector, and be packing heat. The jacket laid on their dining room table as the short haired lady who’d given it four hours with button thread loop stitch quality for the attachment of her son’s favorite band in the form of a back patch. It was of course Def Leppard. The mother was proud of her son for losing weight, so she’d bought him another, only this one wasn’t a 2XL like the one that sat on the table in front of her.

She had yet to get the second back patch the Rock dealer had been able to locate for her of the Hysteria album cover. It wasn’t easy to find these patches now a days, but she had been lucky. The man had emailed her back with an invoice two weeks ago and she’d paid for it in full. It was tempting her, it’s folded creases beckoned her attention as she shivered in the cool breeze the crossflow from her windows let in.

“I think when I sewed you on here guys, I knew it was meant to be my jacket, now the boy will have a black denim jacket with this same back patch on it, we’ll match in a cool way. So what if I am 43. I can pull off wearing you dammit.”

Her fingers moved to the well broken in denim jacket she’d picked up in a thrift store for five bucks three years before, when her boy had been a 2XL. Her husband and she had devoted their eating habits to be dramatically altered, they gave up on high fat high carb meals and sugar. The differences were amazing, but best of all was the investment of a treadmill, they all got a lot of use out of it, The boy would have his black denim XL jacket from Sears for an early Christmas Gift.

She fingered the creases of the fabric, fondly remembering how it had been a marathon sewing session, four straight hours of listening to their favorite musicians, hard rock, including some Def Leppard songs. It had been fun, the family had gravitated to help out. Her husband did the sticky iron on stuff for hemming things on the back of the patch much to her anxiety. She watched worried he’d scratch the paint off the patch with the metal plate of the iron, but he’d been careful, gently weaving the hot metal across the table on a towel so that the metal would straighten out the back folds of the denim.

She smiled remembering how the needle broke when she had two feet of useful button thread, and how she’d not known right away to tie it off and cut. But her husband told her so she did it, but not before their son had had a good laugh at her gentle expense. Yes, this jacket would fit her nicely. She lifted it onto her shoulders, and slid right into it. It felt good. It felt like youth to her, and she sighed as she buttoned it up, it was no secret that she had been looking for a decent denim men’s jacket in a 2XL, so this was a pleasant surprise.

She was looking forward to seeing her son happy, and as she stuck her hands into the hand warmer pockets, she sighed. It felt like it was meant for her, but she noticed the sleeves were too long, so folded over once was not enough. She gave it another roll and it was perfection. This was a great addition to her wardrobe. Her son’s jacket would be worn until he took over the biggest item, his father’s prized leather motorcycle jacket from his teen years. It was an incredible jacket. His father had dropped a couple of C notes on it and it was in a large. Their boy was 15, he still had it in him to thin out and be able to zip up this large jacket comfortably.

For now it would be this nice Sears heavy Lee black denim jacket, with a new hysteria cover back patch to make him feel good. The boy knew he looked better and he told his mother that although he loved this jacket he wanted her to have it. That had warmed her heart. Like his jacket would warm her hands on winter evenings. The density of the fabric was enough to hold in body heat and not lose it rapidly like a lighter denim might have. The last denim jacket she had had snake skin on it, leathery snake skin. It was cool, but it was a large, she wasn’t able to close it yet, but with all their hard work she knew that someday she too would wear an old item of clothing that was sentimental to her, like this finely tuned jacket her boy had entrusted her with this afternoon.

Bravo and thanks for sharing :yahoo::Bow::winner_first_h4h:

I liked your story pam, print it out and save it in your family scrap book if you have one. These are memories to be kept in sfe keeping to be read at later dates.
good writing!
bizi