Good morning!
It’s Thursday. Ducky got invited to a sleepover with friends, so I popped over to London alone for an impromptu mending workshop with one of my heroes.
Gathered in a sunny upstairs room of a pub, we got to hone our skills on unsuspecting pieces of knitted fabric.
There had been a gaping hole of doom and despair in this one—a hole that would only grow bigger by the day.
Now there is no hole, gaping or otherwise.
Something that seemed irredeemable has been redeemed. And that is a skill worth crossing a channel for, non?
“It is never too late to mend. It is never too late to mend.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Onwards,
Clara
That is a reat mend Clara!
My guy Ralph rarely says anything twice (unless he intends to for a good reason), so mending must be very important! I would say, Clara, that your square is the epitome of invisible mending.