I have a very old Indian bedspread that has worn so thin that I cannot mend it much more despite trying to reinforce it with a lightweight interfacing here and there. The Here and There are meeting and it is in danger of falling apart so I am considering cutting into it and preserving parts, stitching it to a strong foundation . . . the parts where the Here and There meet and the parts where it remains strong.
Or perhaps I can reinforce it with small pieces of calico behind the cloth and use stitching, boro style, in hope it will last another summer.
This cloth means so much to me. Much more than the memories, the journeys where it has kept me company, kept me warm on lonely nights and provided a soft place to lie in the sun.
A still bright corner.
The meeting of Here and There
This cloth is a metaphor for me, a little worn in places, bright and as good as new in others, such is the power of cloth. I don’t want to overlay it with patches and cover over the imperfections any more than I want to hide the lines on my face or the grey in my hair. I want to respect the wear, respect its history.
I wonder, what you would do with it?