It happens. Sometimes a mend job gives out and needs to be mended again.
I tore a hole in my jeans and in my knee when I fell off my bike in 2008. I patched the hole with a bright orange linen. Four years later I had to patch the patch. This time with a bright red wide-wale corduroy.
If you had x-ray vision you could look through the jeans, through the linen, through the corduroy to the little patch of scar tissue on the corner of my knee!
Beautiful, like a setting sun. Poetic.
Love it. I love when beauty is brought to the most ordinary tasks. What might have been mended is now embellished. Yeah!
Hi! I’m new to your blog, having come here from the Gen Q site (I think). I love your colorful patch! The next time my jeans wear through the knee I won’t try to hide it — I’ll go all wabi-sabi on it.
Right now I’m focused on our dog Nick and his mended knee, which doesn’t seem to be healing properly. If we have to go back into surgery in a couple of weeks, I think I’ll try to imagine a patch job as cheery and sensible as yours.