My boss knows I sew. He takes a rather perverse pleasure in telling people about it when I am trying to be a serious business professional, like it's a secret granny thing or something. BUT he is not above bragging a little too, when someone compliments something I'm wearing and he knows it's something I've made.
His mother sewed garments and quilts, and he has a cousin who is a successful designer and retailer, so I know he values the talent. And he's not above asking me to do the occasional project and paying good money to get it done, so I cut him a little slack on the teasing.
However, once in a while I question the guy's taste!
Normally he's a rather serious and dignified guy with a dry sense of humor. But once in a while he surprises me. He asked if I would know how to take a design someone drew and turn it into an embroidery for a shirt. His family was having a sports tournament, himself and his sons against his brother and HIS sons, and one of the guys had designed a 'logo'.
I use the term loosely because what was designed could hardly be used as a logo in any modern business. It was based on the shape of a liquor bottle that had been manufactured in the 1950s, and today would be completely politically incorrect, to coin a term by Bill Maher.
Having purchased some digitizing software, I knew I could do it, but you know, I have rules... like I do not sew on ugly fabric, and I don't do anything in a shoddy manner. If I can't do something well, I do not do it at all. OK, yes, type A personality trait. Guilty as charged!
So when he showed me the logo, and asked me to sew it on a dozen shirts, I had qualms. BUT and this is a big BUT, the shirts included men's and women's versions. Thus I must conclude that the women of the family agreed to wear said shirts. Oh yes, I know the wife and she would not wear it if she didn't want to wear it!
So I sewed the logo onto all the shirts he brought to work, and took the payment cheerfully. But I made him promise NEVER to tell anyone that I was the one who did the sewing!! We laughed about it then. He never did tell anyone in my hearing either. He sent me a photo of the group wearing their shirts. They all looked pretty happy. Of course it was a group picture and the logo could not be clearly seen in the picture.
Fast forward two years. He brought me a box of shirts this week... oh yeah -- same logo.