At the market on Saturday, I came across a raggedy cloth doll sitting sadly in a box on the ground. It looked like it had seen better days, but also like it could live to see a few more. So, despite being a little worried about the possibility it might be cursed (it did have a bit of a deranged look about it, with it’s wobbly arms and legs, and it’s floppy head), it came home with me and out came the unpicker.I found all sorts of things inside – sawdust, rags, bits of knitting, yarn, crumpled up paper, and plastic bags. I’m not surprised it didn’t look too well! The fabric pieces were washed and ironed, then stitched back together again. I refilled it with more conventional polyester stuffing this time – not a plastic bag in sight!Strangely, I often find that mending something is more satisfying than making something from scratch. I feel happy to have added to it’s story.
So there you have it – mended.