About ten years ago, there was an exhibit at the New York Historical Society called something like "Sewing in New York". A challa cover I had made in honor of my daughter's bat-mitzvah was included in the exhibit. One of the pieces in the exhibit was a workman's jacket from the late 1800's. It was made out of a floral damask denim. There were holes in the jacket that were beautifully and painstakingly darned and patched. Seeing that level of skill on a repair job for such a lowly garment was somehow touching. Darning is not something I normally choose to do. My husband purchased a pair of black cotton shorts soon after we started going out. Four years later he was wearing those shorts when he asked me to marry him. For years afte,r he would hand me the shorts and ask me to darn them. I did, over and ove,r until the shorts were constructed out of an alarmingly high percentage of black sewing thread. Eventually, ( After about fifteen years, in case you think th...
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