In Japan there is a kind of reverence for the art of mending. In the context of the tea ceremony there is no such thing as failure or success in the way we are accustomed to using those words. A broken bowl would be valued precisely because of the exquisite nature of how it was repaired, a distinctly Japanese tradition of kintsugi, meaning to “to patch with gold”. Often, we try to repair broken things in such a way as to conceal the repair and make it “good as new.” But the tea masters understood that by repairing the broken bowl with the distinct beauty of radiant gold, they could create an alternative to “good as new” and instead employ a “better than new” aesthetic. They understood that a conspicuous, artful repair actually adds value. Because after mending, the bowl’s unique fault lines were transformed into little rivers of gold that post repair were even more special because the bowl could then resemble nothing but itself. Here lies that radical physical transformation from useless to priceless, from failure to success. All of the fumbling and awkward moments you will go through, all of the failed attempts, all of the near misses, all of the spontaneous curiosity will eventually start to steer you in exactly the right direction.
there was a small accident at our house over the week end. the way I reacted you would have thought it was a major accident on the scale of a nuclear disaster.
in my defense mutt puppy is getting a bit arthritic and was limping through the heavy snow in the morning so I really thought since she was content to lie on the bed and look out the window when I suggested that maybe we should skip walking in the sub zero wind( really it was -29* outside – does any sane person choose to walk in this kind of weather).
so to fix this I have hand stitched one hexagon patch and appliqued it over the smaller hole. It seems proper to hand stitch the patches to keep with the spirit of the quilt.
I have made a patch of 2 hex flowers to cover the second hole and that doesn’t seem like enough. it barely covers the chewed area. so yesterday afternoon I started on a 3rd flower. as I sit and fashion these patches I am trying to meditate and attain a zen attitude to Meva’s bad behavior. after all it isn’t a heart attack or something fatal. it’s just a bedcover. I need to take things in stride. I got upset because my life doesn’t fit the lifestyle I see in pictures on tv or the internet. when I saw my blanket I yelled that I can never have nice things. I would love to live in that house with the pretty furnishings and the clean counters but the truth is that there will always be dog hair and dust on the wood floors. and unless I clean up there will always be dirty dishes on the counter because I am the only one that it bothers.
on the plus side I am learning something new. I found this website for printing out templates of the shape.
so its disappointing that my dog chewed threw a flour sack vintage quilt that has survived some where around 70 years but it is just a thing and I didn’t buy it and finish it so I could throw it in a cupboard. I like to have useful things that I can enjoy in our home and hopefully my mending will add beauty and something of me(and Meva) to this quilt. and maybe it will remind me to not take life so hard when this type of thing happens.