Back in November there was a day where the weather forecast
called for rain in the morning, and only the morning. So, of course, it was
raining in the morning, and then it kept going lightly in to the afternoon, and
then it started back up right when I got out of the T in the evening. Go figure,
it is New England, the weather changes.
Even though I had an umbrella, I felt it prudent to wait until the rain
subsided so that neither my feet nor my computer would get wet. I’m cautious like that. I also have a fondness for the ‘Miscellaneous
Metal’ section of the Goodwill, so that’s where I went to wait out the
storm. Nothing panned out there, and the
rain kept going, so I wandered into the women’s sweaters ($4.99 each!), and at
the very last section I saw it (actually I can see it now too, because I’m
wearing it) -- a wool cardigan, from a familiar brand, with a print just odd
enough to be interesting. I’m calling it animal-esque.
There were two holes so small I didn’t notice them until after getting the cardigan home, washing it, laying out to dry, and asking my roommate what I should wear with it. I fixed them. Can you see the repaired areas in the picture below?
Giraffe? Leopard? Paintbrush? Giro-pard? |
There were two holes so small I didn’t notice them until after getting the cardigan home, washing it, laying out to dry, and asking my roommate what I should wear with it. I fixed them. Can you see the repaired areas in the picture below?
How about if I circle the repairs in red?
If anyone in real life is looking that closely at the back of my sweater I'll be happy to tell them the whole story, otherwise I'm calling this a win for the DIY needle and thread repair. I should have taken a 'before' picture, but got carried away in the excitement. They were around the size of a dime each, pretty small, but noticeable if you were wearing a contrasting color underneath this wild cardigan. And yes, I do get excited about repairing sweaters from time to time.
That's the story of my walk on the wild side in the aisles of Goodwill.
Happy freestyling, rawr.
That's the story of my walk on the wild side in the aisles of Goodwill.
Happy freestyling, rawr.