︎ zazen bozo ︎


︎︎︎ August 15th, 2023 ︎︎︎


I enjoy a curious manic feeling at the start of a new obsession. Maybe that’s just me, and maybe it’s called a hyperfixation and I have undiagnosed Attention Defecit Disorder. I felt it more as a kid, with new toys or a new film or a new friend or a new place. I feel it less as an adult with a new hobby, a new video game, a new job, a new project. I feel it now as I rush to finish writing this blog so I can turn on the Blindboy Podcast and sew a bit more sashiko. 

I’ve loved repairing clothes for a while now and it evokes in me a pretty singular monomaniacal streak. I have an awfully difficult time stopping a project mid-way, I’ve got to get through this thread, finish this patch, or just finished the whole damned garment before I can have supper or drink water or focus on any thing else, really. 

Abby indulges me, and I appreciate that a lot. 

I’ve been doing sashiko for ages, but I’ve just begun learning Boro. When I do sashiko I use a patch on the inside of the garment, most of the attention is on the stitching. With Boro the patches are many, and they’re on the outside, they’re the highlight.


This garment’s going to take ages. These are just the pockets, there’s maybe two dozen holes what need patching on the garment itself, and most of them are on the sleeves, which are the most difficult bit.

I got this garment with the hope of selling it, ultimately. I’d probably have to sell it for $10,000 to break minimum wage on it, but it’s not really about that. The money’d be an excuse to do it more. I can’t quite justify repairing so many of my own clothes, but if it can pay for itself and buy me a beer, that’d be nice. 

Bozo