Cigarette burn?…

To the left of the yarn.
… My Grandma’s old silk scarf. (And my Mum’s old nylon repair yarn).
Giving it a whirl.
Why not?
Bless them both.

My Aunt gave me the scarf.
I was pleased to receive it.
It brought back happy memories of sitting in the back seat of the car with Grandma, snuggled up to her, in her (say it quickly and apologetically) ‘fur’ coat. I remembered the scarf vividly, along with the smarties in her handbag. She fed me sugar cubes too.

(As if I were a horse).

I was musing over why I recalled the scarf so well.
And then I realised.
Today, I have a drawerful of scarves. Back in the austerity of post war, I suspect people didn’t have many silk scarves. They chose one and that was their scarf.
The coats were made to last too.

I’ll let you know how the repair fares.
(I’m still trying to get the smell of cigarettes out first!!).



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