So I went into complete crisis mode. My wedding quilt, the one my grandmother lovingly made, ripped. To be frank it was in constant use for 25 years. 25 years of washing and snuggles before the fabric finally wore away.
I know on a scale of 1 to complete holocaust this is pretty low as far as problems go. At least give me credit for knowing that much. Regardless I was sad. So I asked my sister to repair the quilt. She said you would see any repairs she made because the fabric was worn away near the tear.
I’m okay with seeing the repair though. Our current culture of throwing out something just because it’s old or in need of repair never sat well with me. That’s why I do what I do.
For me seeing a repair or an imperfection makes me think that’s where the love is.
It’s like the Japanese tradition of Kintsugi where broken pottery is repaired with gold
so the breakage becomes a thing of beauty and part of the piece’s history.
Likewise the the trend of visible mending takes clothing in need of repair and turns them into works of art. I’m serious search hashtag #visiblemending on Instagram and see what comes up.
here are a few of my favorite fixes: