These are my old jeans; they need fixed again. My “good” jeans are getting a bit frayed around the cuffs so I bought a new pair which means the old “good” ones may now be worn in the garden and this pair may be relegated to a trunk in the attic unless I get the urge to add another patch. I saw a similar pair in a shop window on a ritzy street in the south of France for 285 euros.
The chair you see here was quite worn when we got it; I redid the caning, waxed it and now it’s as good as new. I don’t know when I will take the time to do its mate.
The stone trough (lower right) was hidden in a wall where we opened a passageway. It probably was for doing dishes or salting pork originally. I put plants in it.
One element of worn things that we admire may be the effort involved for them to remain functional. Perhaps it is also a seeking of the eternal.
Somewhere within, we have an inkling that we were meant to be perpetual. A patched up, re-worked, sanded over soul will not have the same beauty as a pure innocent child, but it will have the triumph of having overcome.
For more entries on the theme of worn, go to Picture Perfect.
A few rays of sun, garden, here I come!