On my mind this Friday morning is mending. Three of my four delicates bags suffered catastrophic holes in the week leading up to us leaving Queensland. The consequence being that they dispel your 'delicates' mid wash.
They have given us good service, as all have been in use since I left home six years ago. Initially I thought I would just replace them when I got up here. But yesterday I got to thinking - I put my Nanna hat on - that my Grandmothers' certainly wouldn't have thrown out something as mundane and prosaic as a delicates bag just because of a few holes; they would have mended them. So, I did just that. I stitched back up the holes. Some of these bags have been mended multiple times now so they don't look pretty, but really who sees your delicates bags except you! They will continue to serve their function just a while longer, and in the meantime that is money in the bank for us.