Tomorrow’s #mendmay prompt is #tear . I think @visiblemend meant tear as in rip but I’m going with tear (rhymes with beer) because this is a funeral story. In 2012 I was diagnosed with breast cancer (I’m fine now) and part of the reason I’m sane and happy is because of Boob Club, an *amazing* social club / support group for younger women who’ve had breast cancer. Last week we lost a well-loved member of the club, and I attended my first cancer-buddy funeral. It was both hilarious and heartbreaking - sometimes simultaneously. The dress code called for purple, her favourite colour. Of course that’s the one colour I avoid in my wardrobe. This wool jumper was sitting in my mending pile, rescued from an op shop last year for mending demonstrations. I don’t have any before photos, but imagine this with shoulder pads, pale pink sequins stitched on the shoulders (why???) and so many holes. I spent the morning of the funeral sadly needle-felting over the holes so I had something appropriate to wear. I have mixed feelings about this shirt now, because it has a bittersweet memory attached to it. 💜 All of the mendy and repairy stuff I’m known for now happened after cancer, and in some ways was inspired by it. I had a big what-am-I-doing-with-my-career crisis and the little mending victories - projects I could finish - soothed my soul. I started running pop-up repair events and founded @brightsparksoz and now I get paid to mend other people’s clothes and teach workshops. It’s so cool! And might not have happened. I still have no idea why I’m here and my friend is not, or why I’m here and anyone is not. I’m coming up to my six-year checkup soon. I’m happy about how my life has turned out and so thankful to have found what I’m meant to be doing. And thankful for all my mendy friends who inspire me to keep doing my best work.