Once upon a time I had a great collection of crazily bright and colorful jumpers but moths showed no style sense and devoured them, even though the jumpers were in very bad taste. I had to bin my prized collection.
I was recently given a Merino wool jumper, on washing, it revealed a multitude of moth holes. I decided to sew them open. Rather than attempting to hide its history of infestation and feasting, I would celebrate it.
Sew now I have a jumper that looks like it was once worn by 1930's gangster who was brought down in a light hail of machine gun bullets. It could be stylish, it could be the latest thing by a top designer. I like the way the fabric below can be seen, leaving the warmth and utility of the garment relatively unharmed.
My caveman sewing is in danger of becoming philosophical, maybe I can balance both aspects? Time and decay, as ever will reveal the truth.
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