Friday, December 9, 2011

Reparing a wool scarf:
just one example of the multitudinous
things I’ve been doing instead of painting

 This is my pretty Irish lambswool scarf.

 This is my pretty Irish lambswool scarf with a big bite chewed out of it.

 Bad Roadie.

 Look how pretty it went with my red coat, too.

Bad, bad Roadie.

So, after getting some dressmaking advice from Mom, I hit three fabric stores today and found a bit of fleece that was oh-so-close to being a spot-on match for the green of the scarf. 

While I was getting my fabric cut the saleswoman who was doing the cutting asked me what happened to the scarf. When I told how my 78-pound Catahoula-Lab mix puppy got hold of it and chewed it even though I kept it all folded up on a coat hook that had to be at least six feet up from the floor, she and the three ladies waiting in line behind me nodded like they knew exactly where I was coming from. One of them said, “Yes, they sure do get into things.” And I said, “They sure do.” Made me feel better to know they seemed to understand about the trials involved in raising a large-breed puppy. We are not alone.

When I got home I used one of my gessobords that was still wrapped in the plastic to put underneath this project in case there was a mess from the Liquid Stitch I was going to use, then I cut the chewed section out into a rectangle.

I then cut a slightly larger rectangle out of the fleece and used Liquid Stitch to glue the piece to the back side of my scarf.

I took a piece of the baker’s wax paper I use on my palette board and put it on top of the scarf, then added a stack of heavy art books. By that I mean art books that are heavy, not books that are about heavy art.

 Tomorrow, after drying for 24 hours, the patch job will be finished and, hopefully, with a bit of strategic draping, the patch will hardly be noticeable.

Lucky Roadie. 
Lucky, beautiful Roadie.

Good Roadie for chewing a piece of wood instead of a scarf
or a silk flower or a Braveheart DVD or a pillow or Paul’s good headphones.

Thank you, Roadie, for reminding us how temporary are the things of this world.

MATTHEW 6:19-21

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”


SYLVIANE said...

Nice post, and happy Roadie! said...

Funny story and interesting way of restoration.