I have spent several nights trying to repair a jacket from the 1940’s in the middle of a chaos – we are moving and every millimeter of our home is invaded by things.
It is very boring to pack. So I let my vintage wardrobe distract me. The black jacket for example has lost it’s colour on one arm, it has been bleached by the sun.
For the moment it seems impossible to fix. The only thing being black is me.
My final idea is to sacrifice the skirt and cut a new arm. My mother is totally against it but I can’t find a better way.
I also need to repair a navyblue blouse and hide some old stitches on a purple dress.
So sorry, husband, you have to take care of the boxes on your own, I have some more important things to do!