More “avoiding shopping” than “mending”

So have I mentioned that I really really really hate shopping?  And how I hate clothes shopping most of all?  I work for myself, from home, in the middle of nowhere, and yes I work in my pajamas like 98% of the time.  And by pajamas, I mostly mean ‘things that were once proper clothes but got worn enough that I can’t bring myself to wear them in public anymore, but also can’t throw away because they’re soft and cozy.  And because even that is not enough shopping avoidance, I actually will mend them when they start to come apart.

This is a cotton sweater I got at TJ Maxx probably seven years ago.  I wore it as real clothes as long as I could bring myself to, but like all cotton sweaters, it eventually got too fuzzy to show its face in public.  So it became a pj sweater (it’s Maine, of course I have pj sweaters) and it’s been happily in the rotation for quite some time.  But alas, the hem got torn.  No idea how it happened, but the tear was growing, and I wanted to stop it before it got any worse.

Now you know my philosphy on mending is “it’s going to show anyway, so why not flaunt it.”  So I reached right past all the purple yarn in my stash and went for a nice pond scummy green.

Five minutes of (shockingly wobbly) stitching later, and it’s stabilized.  Not invisible. Not hugely tidy. Not at all subtle.  But stabilized, and cheerful and ready to be worn a zillion more times.  All so I can avoid shopping just a little while longer.