Last weekend I spent 5 hours patching a bedsheet.  Yes, I know, my intense party lifestyle astounds.

To be fair, I hadn’t intended to spend 5 hours at it, but I’d already patched this sheet a lot over the years, and it needed something of an overhaul to hope I could get it to limp along longer than just one or two more cycles.

Here’s a picture of one section of it, on my side of the bed.  Have I mentioned I like patchwork?  And that I’ve patched this sheet a lot?