I was pleased that I had rescued his clothes, and was merrily doing another round. Size 1X that I can wrap around myself twice. Great for these cold Northern California evenings. A present to myself. My old robe was ratty.
Mothers never repair their own clothes.
Unless it's a quick sew-up of a seam using whatever color thread is in the machine. Boy scout green. Like a plumber never does his own house. And my blue robe, size large, was tattered and worn. And it didn't go around my belly.