Then I patched them, with a flower from the vintage sherbet pillowcase. Happiness.
I just realized there is a sea change in my life: I get a bigger thrill from fixing my clothes than I do from buying new ones. Wow.
On another note, school is off to a rocky start for Genevieve. I'll be back to report, with pictures from her cheery first day which rapidly went downhill. Sighhhh.
Oh dear, a rocky start... we can identify.
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It is a happy thing to be able to mend your own clothes. Sorry for the rocky start. We are starting preschool next week and hoping for smooth sailing. We'll see...
ReplyDeleteRocky start? Ah, I've heard a few of those back-to-school stories this year. Looking forward to the stories of perseverance and success to follow.
ReplyDeleteI smile every time I look at my oven mitt and see the little square patches that I sewed over places it was tearing. The patches are from fabric I used to make my children's quilts. They don't match the oven mitt fabric but I love them nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteI had some really rocky starts to school in my early years as well- oh, I empathize! Thankfully, they evened out for me and before long I was loving school. Here's to hoping it's the same for Genevieve.
I too get a thrill from not buying things but fixing and preserving the old. Its so liberating sometimes.
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