To Mend or Not to Mend

Belinda sat down in her favourite chair and picked up her mending.
Every evening she threaded the needle the way her mother, and grandmother before her, had taught her.
Letting go of the busyness of the day, she took in her hands the gently worn clothes that needed re-purposing, believing in the sturdyness of the fabric and the deft skill of her hands.
Individual pieces of clothing that many would throw on the scrap heap but that were still useful, and more importantly, precious to her.
Emerald greens, royal blues, deep rusty oranges, patterns of red and green ~ colours and fabrics that each had their own meaning and worth to her.
Faithfully she stitched together memories of special times, special friends and the culture of her family.

“Forgiveness is the needle that knows how to mend.”

~  Jewel