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A stitch in time

4/11/2021

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PictureAn afternoon spent hand sewing transports Etsuko Yasunaga
to her childhood.
By Etsuko Yasunaga
 
I DISLIKE waste of any kind - food, things, precious resources and time, mine and other people’s. In our household any leftover food is reused for lunch or repurposed into a different meal by adding extra ingredients. I compost all food scraps for gardening. I strive to be punctual so that I don’t waste others’ time.
 
In recent years, textile and clothing waste has become a huge problem across the globe. Those excess clothes can take decades to break down in landfill if they are thrown away as rubbish. Even when they are sent overseas as second hand clothes, the sheer volume of them is choking those developing countries.

I had many pairs of socks in my mending basket. I had every intention to mend those socks that had holes so that I didn’t have to throw them away in the red bin for landfill. However they sat there for many weeks without even being touched. They hadn’t been repaired so I couldn’t wear them. Every time I glanced at them, I felt frustrated with my procrastination. I often told myself that I must get on with mending. Then another week passed. It seemed I just didn’t have time to sit down quietly to repair them.
 
I’m very good at keeping myself busy with my exercise routine, language study and teaching. Month after month there were challenges to be completed, French homework to be finished and choreography to be learned but no time to mend my socks. It was truly getting ridiculous that I had so little time for such a simple chore.
 
At the start of October I took on a monthly challenge to fundraise for mental health. I set my goals for distance and fundraising, calculated the daily minimum distance and started the first day with confidence. On day two I injured my right knee badly. It was so painful I couldn’t put any weight on it. I still had three more kilometres to walk on that day. After some rest, I went out again to complete the minimum distance. I used a walking pole to take some weight off and walked a flat section of foreshore path while Rob went further to Townsend Bluff. I was so glad I didn’t have to walk any more on that day.
 
On day three  there was no way I could walk the whole ten kilometres in one hit with my injury. I decided to break it down to shorter distances of two or three kilometres. I tried not to think about the total distance I had to walk but focused on just two kilometres. I managed ok. A few hours later I went out again and managed five. After lunch I sat on the bench on the deck to rest my knee. It was a glorious spring day. Birds were chirping and flowers were smiling. I realised finally I had all the time in the world. I decided to mend my pairs of socks.
 
I brought the sewing box and mending basket out to the outside table, and cut a piece of material out of Rob’s old underwear. Instead of traditional darning method to fix holes around toes, I decided to cover the whole area with a piece of material to reinforce. It had to be done by hand stitching. Even with the bright sunlight, threading a needle was tricky task for my aging eyes.
 
When I was young I was often my mum’s great helper to thread her needle. “How can you see such a tiny hole? You must have great eyesight.” I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t perform this simple task. Now I am well beyond the age when she had spent hours sewing our dresses for me and my sister, I completely understand the difficulty of this task. Luckily many years ago I was given this gadget by mum to help thread a needle. I had a good use of it, and was very thankful for mum’s thoughtfulness.
 
As I became engrossed in hand stitching, a Japanese proverb crossed my mind. People who are not good at sewing make it more difficult by using unnecessarily long threads on the needle, but those who are good at it make it easier by using only as much thread as necessary. An inexperienced sewer creates more waste, while the expert wastes no time or resources. I made sure my thread wasn’t unnecessary long.
 
One by one, stitch by stitch, I mended my socks with holes. While basking in the sun, I paid attention to my hands. Every now and then melodious bird songs delighted my whole being. The pleasant warmth of the sun drenched my entire body as a gentle breeze caressed my face. Fragrant smells of blossoms wafted into my nostrils and I was utterly happy. The process of mending my socks, which took so long to commence, brought much pleasure in the end - thinking of my mum and about her sewing, and happy memories of wearing handmade dresses. I was in such a happy place I even took on an extra stitching job. Rob wanted his bicycle gloves’ Velcro to be stitched and I offered to fix it there and then.
 
It took an injury to slow me down. It was only a few hours that I spent hand stitching, but the richness of time I felt on that day was truly sublime. I’m glad I’d decided to repair my socks because they didn’t go to landfill. Consequently I paused and noticed ordinary moments with joy hidden deep within. 
10 Comments
David Cope
5/11/2021 03:05:04 pm

Thankyou for a beautifully written essay!

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Etsuko
5/11/2021 05:28:14 pm

Thank you for taking time to read my story. I'm happy that you enjoyed my writing.

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Verena
5/11/2021 06:25:14 pm

I had a smile on my face as I read your words, who were singing to me
like the birds your were listening to. It was enjoyable, thanks Etsuko

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Etsuko Yasunaga
5/11/2021 09:07:33 pm

Oh Verena, such kind words for my writing. Now your words brought a big smile on my face, too. Wonderful to be appreciated by a reader like you who understand simple joys of life.

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Lois Dwyer
9/11/2021 03:41:43 pm

A beautiful story, beautifully told. So much to savour in making things new again! Lovely Etsuko!

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Etsuko Yasunaga
9/11/2021 04:44:53 pm

Your words mean a lot to me because you are so competent in sewing, Lois. There is definitely joy in lovingly repairing an old or broken item to give a new life. I'm glad you liked it.

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Bernadette
14/11/2021 07:28:14 pm

J’adore tout ce que vous écrivez,
Et je suis d’accord avec vous! Je n’aime pas la ‘mode jetable ‘
On peut faire beaucoup de choses avec ce qu’on à chez nous.
Vous avec beaucoup de talents dans votre vie!
C’est formidable!



beaucoup de choses avec ce que nous avons

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Etsuko Yasunaga
14/11/2021 08:18:22 pm

Merci pour votre gentils mots, Bernadette. J'ai appris une nouvelle expression française la 'mode jetable'. Réparer au lieu de jeter est bon pour notre environnement ainsi que pour notre âme.

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Tess
15/11/2021 03:13:03 pm

Dear Etsuko, our planet would be safe if only more people were like you. Thank you for reminding me that every task is time well spent, when we put our love and care into it.

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Etsuko Yasunaga
15/11/2021 03:53:59 pm

Thank you for your kind words, Tess. If we care enough, only way to move forward would be to protect our mother nature. At least I'm surrounded by those people (like you) who care deeply about our environment. My action may have been a drop in the ocean but it was very important to me. Wonderful to know that my story resonated with you.

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