I fixed some headphones today. Cut a bit of cherry, backed it with leather and zip-tied it to a pair of MDR1000s I’ve had since the Obama administration. The number of audiobooks I’ve listened to on those things probably makes up about 1/5th of my brain at this point.
Repairing something is one of the most beautiful things we can do with our hands, and it gives mine something to do, which is never bad.
A few winters ago I darned a sweater, and this winter I did, too. I used orange yarn the color of hair I can only imagine. The first time a friend saw it she said I looked like a real Vermonter.
What is it about thriftiness that makes a Vermonter more real than they might otherwise be, do you reckon?
When I repair things I do it conspicuously, with contrasting color, or clashing patches. Does the choice to broadcast thriftiness make it less authentic?
There’s that word again, anyways.
A few years ago, maybe a decade at this point, I was buying a Christmas tree with my family and the man organizing the whole affair was wearing a Carhart jacket so threadbare he looked festooned with it. Just beige tatters with scraps of canvas at the wrists and middle back.
He was a real Vermonter.
Bozo.
Repairing something is one of the most beautiful things we can do with our hands, and it gives mine something to do, which is never bad.
A few winters ago I darned a sweater, and this winter I did, too. I used orange yarn the color of hair I can only imagine. The first time a friend saw it she said I looked like a real Vermonter.
What is it about thriftiness that makes a Vermonter more real than they might otherwise be, do you reckon?
When I repair things I do it conspicuously, with contrasting color, or clashing patches. Does the choice to broadcast thriftiness make it less authentic?
There’s that word again, anyways.
A few years ago, maybe a decade at this point, I was buying a Christmas tree with my family and the man organizing the whole affair was wearing a Carhart jacket so threadbare he looked festooned with it. Just beige tatters with scraps of canvas at the wrists and middle back.
He was a real Vermonter.
Bozo.
