Accepting what is

The other thing I did on the weekend was a repair job on my Myrtle sweater,  a Kate Davies pattern that I love to wear.  It's been on the repair pile for quite a while now.  I have debated about repairing it for many months.  

Myrtle in her glory.

Myrtle"s problem.  I debated about doing a proper lace repair and then it sat.  For months.  I missed it in spring and I missed it through summer on the chilly days.  

I came across it again when I was getting ready for Christmas, in a bag in my WIPs pile with the yarn it needed for the repair.  I thought very seriously about getting rid of it but I really love to wear it.

I decided on Sunday morning that my repair did not have to meet any body's idea of swellness but my own.  It is on the side and higher up.  And even if someone noticed it, phfttttt.  If I was worried about it, I could change if someone came.  I am not that worried about it.  

I gave it a good plain patch.

Not pretty but very workable.  

Hardly noticeable.  Good enough for me.

Many might feel I did not do it justice, but I have so many things I want to do, things I have been looking forward to.  A perfectly blended repair feels to me like going backwards.  This sweater has been worn and used and loved.  I don't mind it showing its scars.  That is part of its story, just like grey hair and wrinkles are part of mine.  Accepting what is gives me great peace and in this case, my sweater.