DH - Boy Scout/Scout Leader for 28 years, in the military for 8. He picked out the new sewing machine and has done 100% of the sewing on it.
Yeah, my little brother (now a CW5 in the Army, so serious military here, and uber manly without being in the least macho and stupid--the good kind of "manly") is the one who sews. All those patches, etc.
My rather large and somewhat frightening, former marine uncle once tacked the lining back into a strange lady's skirt. With her permission of course.
We were at some government building (might've been a court house?) seeing social workers to determine if my uncle would be allowed to remain a foster parents since he and my aunt were getting a divorce and both wanted to remain foster parents, just separately. A case worker had put down that she didn't think he could handle the "delicate parts" of foster parenthood alone, but since he had been a foster dad for years, he was going to be interviewed or something to make sure he would be good with the kids? I was only thirteen or so, I don't remember it well. I was there to be a witness to my uncle's skills with kids.
The woman was walking past and while slipping past someone caught the back of the skirt on a cabinet and tore the lining loose so it was hanging. She was asking people for a safety pin and my uncle told her he didn't have a pin, but he had a pocket sewing kit, and if she would stand there for a minute he could tack it in place so she could fix it when she got off work. (Because nothing says "I'm a great dad" like offering to put your arms up a stranger's skirt, right?)
She agreed and they went into a corner for him to do it. At that point his youngest natural child was in his 20's, his adopted kids were all either teens, or all but one were(depends whether I was thirteen or twelve, that cousin and I share a birthday down to about two hours of each other.), and he had three fosters at home. He knew his way around repairing clothes. He had it done quick and she went off.
Then we went in for our interview.... With the poor woman who ripped her skirt. Turns out she was the head honcho that got to decide if he was a good fit for kids. She did listen to all of us kids, and decided that he was a great dad and could remain a single foster parent, but I sometimes wonder if the skirt repair had any bearing on her decision.
And after all of that, during a weekend away so they could get their paperwork in order and sign for the divorce, my aunt and uncle ended up having a change of heart, turned it into a second honeymoon and are still married. Ain't love grand.