I was listening to woman’s hour quietly sipping my coffee (a white americano since you ask), when I nearly spat it across the room with outrage. An elderly lady was describing how, when she was a young child, her mother had bought her an expensive pair of silk stockings and immediately ripped them in front of her. She was meant to do an invisible darn and then keep the stockings in a drawer to show her skills to future in-laws to demonstrate her value as a mate. How utterly pointless.
So, thinking about pointless darning I picked up a piece of apple bark from a fallen tree in my garden and wondered if I could repair it.
Sold to a lovely man from Milton Keynes – no marriage offer though…..