Recently, I took a class titled “The Art of Mending.” Heidi, the cheerful instructor, evangelizes about not discarding clothes even as the knees split and the hems fray, even as moths unravel a sleeve. She preaches the benefits of intentional mending that doesn’t apologize, that celebrates repair. She says mending reduces landfill, saves money and occupies restless hands.
So we learned about threads and needles and how to select fabric backing and how to camouflage the frayed edges with random seed stitches. But first we learned how to diagnose the injury of aging. What movement eroded the fibers? What new grace will help it endure?
So we learned about threads and needles and how to select fabric backing and how to camouflage the frayed edges with random seed stitches. But first we learned how to diagnose the injury of aging. What movement eroded the fibers? What new grace will help it endure?
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