I was asked to fix the new neighbor girl's blanket. She's three. And I had a deadline, I had to have the rips fixed before bedtime. While I was sewing it up, I was thinking about the handsewing, and how both men and women have been mending blankets, clothing, etc for hundreds of years. Out of necessity, out of wanting to save a treasured item for future use. I fixed the blanket, on time, and delivered it back to Emily. I told her it was mended, and she wanted to see my work. I think it passed. :-)
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