I have a best friend who cares for clothes.
I have a best friend who cares for clothes.
She finds holes, rips and busted up bits that need her undivided attention.
She picks patches and threads as her tools of revival.
Pieces together something not quite new, but stronger and more resilient to face another round.
Another round of cycles to work, or dancing nights out. Another round of gym workouts or of wallets, phones and keys stuffed into pockets.
New patches; sometimes visible as badges of honour, sometimes secret to hide the years of wear.
Either way, they hold everything together.
I have a best friend who cares for clothes.
