Fife Contemporary

I must have bought the buttons at a craft fair. During lockdown I came across a cardigan that had been my grandmother’s. She was 99 when she died.

It was much darned, but newish holes (moths?) were still extant. Lambswool and worn quite thin. Thought I’d shrink it by machine washing on hot, but had been ‘treated’ so still thinnish, though holes felted enough to stop them running. I hunted my stash for sweetie coloured wool and darned the most interesting holes. Replaced buttons. Repaired the other holes round cuffs. Done.