Mending

As a general rule, I don't mend.  I've just never been a mender.  I prefer to donate and find something else that suits me.  But here lately I've found myself contemplating doing a bit of mending.  A bit of flannel on the worn spot on my favorite sweater.  Some sashiki stitching on the the knee of my jeans, an elbow patch here or there.  Somehow its more satisfying now to mend than discard.  Is it my age? Or maybe I'm just being cheap and don't want to spend the money?  Who knows?  All I know is that there's a certain satisfaction to sitting in a chair, mending my favorite sweater with a faded flannel patch.  And, even more satisfaction of sliding into it and a pair of comfortable jeans to spend the day doing something I enjoy. 

Sewing has always been my go to stress reliever anyway.  Mending is just another form of that.  Mending lets me keep my old favorites, and  still enjoy them even though they may be less than perfectly pristine, and yet still be that comfortable piece of clothing that I return to time after time.  

So, I'm off to mend my favorite gray sweater, it's got a tiny hole that needs a swatch of flannel.