#boro mending

[rose-honey-lemonade]

I can't stop lol.

I've been meaning to mend this hole in my favorite sweatpants for a while now. It's not a big hole but I wanted to practice sachiko stitches/boro mending so 🤷 I did!

[swallowsummer]

Two more knees. Each pattern is the reverse side of the other, though in reality the reverse is much messier, as this is… the mend of a mend of a mend? The pink running through is the original stranded cotton thread, before I got more durable supplies.

[mamedorilabo]

Hello, May

Before I knew it, it is already May! I have finished planting summer vegetables in my kitchen garden and they have begun to grow. In Japan, wild vegetables are in season and our family enjoys them every day.

↑Japanese wild vegetables(Takenoko, Warabi, Mitsuba, Yukinoshita, Watercress)

I have recently uploaded these pieces to our web store.I still use old Japanese fabrics as materials, and sometimes combine old pieces from different countries in my work. I try to make good use of scraps from the production process. I also try to make clothes in a way that produces as few scraps as possible.

Recently Recently I made this. I made an apron from a vintage tablecloth. It's for me.

See you next issue!

[flintandpyrite]

Frankie’s work pants had a tear right on the thigh so today I cut a patch out of an old pair of jeans and freehanded a boro-type repair. I don’t own a sashiko thimble and now I understand why I need one, this was a full body workout to get the needle through and I didn’t manage to get the stitches very even. But the patch feels very secure and hopefully it will hold together for another year or so.

Lessons learned:

1) maybe consider zigzagging the edge of the patch first, mine started fraying a bit already but it’s so large I think it should be ok

2) freehanding straight lines is hard, use a ruler and chalk

3) thimble or needle grabbers for next time. Maybe both.

[marydeemending]

[bloodsadx]

bloodsad hat #4

featuring machine embroidery, boro mending, acrylic marker on screen printed t fabric, spikes, screws, and distressing by way of box cutter, lighter, and sandpaper

[improbable-implosions]

This one's kinda funny, I went into affixing that patch SO sure that the design of that sword of mine, Arma, would be plenty for that patch, but the longer I stared at it doing other mends for these pants, the longer I felt it needed _something_ else, you know?

First up, we've got to stitch on the patch itself! I did some nice even straight stitches, because initially, I was planning on a little area of sashiko mending.

But, in looking at the size of the chunk of dissolvable backing I had cut, there wasn't really any patterns immediately springing to mind that'd work at a scale that small, or, so I thought after seeing how that basketweave pattern came together on an earlier piece. For context, the whole patch is roughly the size of the palm of my hand, at 3.5 inches square.

So, instead, I decided to try something a bit more complex to render than I'd really tried out before, this art of Arma! (Despite the sword's design being my work, the art in question is by @razzmatazic, who I did ask if I tried to trace, and she had no problems!) And so trace I did, tracing the outlines of the major features of the piece, namely, the outer lines, and the shapes of the gemstones.

Unfortunately, in my haste (and, admittedly, my focus, since this was much higher detail than I normally tackle around here), I didn't grab any in-progress shots of this. Still, I actually really enjoy how this came out looking, even if it doesn't perfectly evoke the design or detail of the original piece, it certainly emulates the look of Arma well enough I recognize it, and very visibly reads Cool Sword, y'know?

Next up were a few colorful rims around the edges of the front pockets! They were fraying pretty significantly, so not only does this add a fun splash of color, but it keeps me from picking the edges of these seams apart while I'm not thinking about my hands. Initially, I was going to pick a different set of colors than that turquoise and purple, based on a fun fact about my hometown, but that color scheme was just calling out to me! I decided to lean into the somewhat royal vibes and went for a different, lighter purple, with two little bits of yellow thread, which, fun fact, I actually dyed with some yellow flowers I foraged back in the boston area!

As for these two little spot-mends, they were really more an exercise in frustration. Really, I'm mostly miffed the thread broke on the original patch in the one place the hole kept trying to expand through, but hopefully that little bit of randa stitching (which looks MUCH more like randa stitching should than my previous efforts, namely on my wallet and that previous pair of pants that we detailed, the ones with the segaihana sashiko) alongside some additional reinforcement along the edge of that original yellow patch, made from some thread I scavenged from a fraying bit of denim, should keep this particular pair of shorts from getting any more fixes right on the edge of the patch that has misbehaved TWICE now!

Last but not least, while I was wrangling those pocket rims and the spot mends, I really just had the feeling that Arma would look kinda... lonely, I suppose? Centered in the framing straight stitches like that, so I improvised a little open book next to her! (She's not a sword-girl, promise, it's she/her like you'd she/her a boat) There's actually some really nice dimensionality to the book, too, with some looser stitches to emulate ruffle-able pages, and those two knots along the spine make for a pleasant, crinkled texture to the cover lines! Can you tell I'm pleased with myself for getting that just so, without any guides?

All that said, hopefully that's all the mends my poor poor jean shorts need, I swear, just as I get one set fixed, the other winds up with another hole! Don't get me wrong, I'm starting to enjoy the whole almost boro-like vibe they're developing, with all these overlapping mends, but I'd like them to develop it slower, thanks! (And yes, I do plan to wear these at LEAST until they look like I've quilted them back together, they're comfy!)

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, modern, divorce AU)

Their marriage was not out of love, but as a last ditch attempt to mend the bonds of the two families. They both accepted the duty, and both took their vows, but while Lucerys held hope that both he and Aemond would be able to see each other eye to eye (no pun intended), Aemond completely rejected him and the olive leaf he tried to offer, burying himself in work, refusing to come home, going so far as to sleep in his office just to avoid him.

It was like this for the first few months, until they both arrived at a party hosted by Aegon, were they both got drunk and spent the night wrapped in each others' arms. It was an awkward morning, to say the least, but they were at least able to talk, and they were able to reach an understanding. Both of them tried their best to be a good partner, with Aemond coming home for dinner, and Lucerys not pushing certain boundaries. They were cordial, then friendly, then, well, they were sweet to each other, the kind of sweet where even the family members commented, asking if they actually fell in love, with both denying it.

When Lucerys got pregnant, he seemed pretty hesitant and scared, remembering what his mother described birthing was like, how it killed her mother, his grandmother, when Rhaenyra was still young. It was Aemond that promised he would be there all the way, that he couldn't wait to meet their children, and Lucerys, who started to catch feelings for his husband, trusted those words completely.

And then Visery died. And their peaceful little family began to crack.

First it was Alicent, who began to question of the baby was even Aemond's. It has caused stress for Lucerys, dealing with implications of infidelity and bastardy, two things he was forced to deal with all his life. It gave him a panic attack when he could feel Aemond going back to how he used to, leaving for work early, not coming home for days. Then came allegations. Aemond has gone to a fancy restaurant with one of Boros Baratheon's girls, and has been taking her out on multiple occasions. Then pictures, of Aemond placing his hand on her waist, of both of them entering a hotel together, of them leaving restaurants with hands holding each other close. It wasn't just the Baratheon girl either. There were others, from the Lannister omega, to even his not-aunt, Alys.

It broke his heart, and with his pregnancy hormones, he spiralled into depression, refusing to eat, forcing himself to watch the news where it would show either his husband's affair or the fight between the family. He was tired, he was so, so tired of that. Of his genuine emotions getting trampled, of himself being pulled and played with like a little marionette. He wondered if Aemond ever did mean anything he said, or if he only said it so he would stop bothering him. If that were the case, he shouldn't have said anything at all. He shouldn't have treated him with kindness, shouldn't have shown him the sweet, soft part of him that Lucerys had gotten used to. No, he should have just remained cruel. It would have hurt less, so much less if he remained as distant as he had. Now that he was given the taste of how good of a man, how good of a partner Aemond could be, he was turned into a wreck when he couldn't have it anymore.

It was when Aemond stood by with his brother, Aegon II, when they named him CEO, betraying Lucerys' family and stabbing Lucerys in the back for the last time, did it broke him utterly.

He called for a lawyer, and asked for divorce papers. He asked for nothing, he just wanted to return home to Driftmark and to never be bothered again, for him to have the babies in a safe environment without the toxicity that is Aemond and the rest of his family spreading to his children. He packed what he could, called his brothers, and left what once was his home for years, the keys and the signed divorce papers on the table.

They left to Driftmark, where Lucerys was greeted with open arms by his grandparents, Corlys and Rhaenys (well, open arms from Corlys, a gentle smile from Rhaenys). Lucerys would spend his days on the beach of his home, taking in the familiar salt water scent, feeling the sand beneath his hands and the sea between his toes. It was one of the more healing aspects, away from the family drama.

Then Daemon came, and with him, another Alpha by the name of Dalton Greyjoy. He had a lot of omegas and women as saltwives and salthusbands, but he said he would be willing to let them go if he were allowed to take Lucerys as a rock husband. Lucerys felt like he would rather not marry anyone, the scar on his first marriage ran deep. Dalton allowed him to take his time, and the both of them eventually got closer.

Lucerys knows he's wrong to do so, but he can't help but compare. While Aemond is cool and aloof, Dalton's expressions were never contained. While Aemond had a hard time communicating what he wants, Dalton was blunt, saying exactly what he thought at the time he thought it. While Aemond was a cold, untouchable beauty, Dalton was a roguish man. It was a change Lucerys is hesitant to experience himself, yet little by little, he began to relax around Dalton, even asking him to enter the room with him when he delivered the twins, one with his coloring, the other with Aemond's. Though not ready to date, Lucerys found a friend in Dalton, and Dalton, again, accepted, saying whether or not Lucerys wish to take their relationship a step further is up to him.

It was one of his younger brothers that decided to post the picture of the twins in social media, and soon, calls from that side of the family came, demanding to see the twins in person. Aemond in particular was quite forceful in his message, but Lucerys couldn't hear his voice without having a panic attack, so he chose to ignore those calls. Lucerys just wants peace, however it was hard to have it with lawyers and the father of his children blowing up his phone, saying they would go to court if they have to.

Lucerys eventually caved, despite his family saying he didn't have to, he still wanted his children to know their biological father, so they set up a meeting, and he asked for Dalton to be there for support. When Aemond saw them together, he went cold. They spoke, and again, Aemond didn't ask for Lucerys, just the children, and though he knew it would happen like that, it still broke Lucerys' heart to be facing the cold unfeeling businessman rather than his old sweet husband.

They agreed to co-parent, with both of them agreeing that if either would date again, they would not introduce their children to their partners unless the other approved. Aemond looked odd at the mention of dating again, but Lucerys forced himself to erase any thought of Aemond still wanting him out of his mind. He has shown that he didn't want him, why would now be any different?

Baelon and Aemon were too young to stay in a different home from Lucerys, so Aemond suggested he moved back to their old home. Lucerys vehemently rejected the idea, but after Aemond assured him that Aemond wouldn't enter the house until it was his turn, in which, Lucerys can leave for somewhere else, or stay in a different room until Aemond leaves again.

It was an odd arrangement, Lucerys could imagine they were still married, that their family was still whole, but he refused to. Being that house reminded him of both good and bad, but the bad far outweighed the good. He could still remember when he cried his heart out in the tub, wondering what was wrong with himself for his husband to beteay him so. It was those memories that kept wishes of reunion safely tucked away in his heart. For now, he would stay for his children, once they were ready, they would go to Driftmark and his boys would travel back and forth from the two of them, and they would never need to interact again except for them.

That was Lucerys' plan. Too bad it clashes with Aemond's. His plan is so much different. It was the reason why he never signed the damn divorce papers Lucerys signed months ago.

[as-i-watch]

My mom sent me a picture of Sashiko last night and I am now in a rabbit hole that results in Holy Shit, Luffy's Wano Outfit.

Now, Luffy's out doesn't include Sashiko (probably). But it is *definitely* Boro and the Wabi-Sabi is strong here. First of all: our boi

First of all: his patches are blue. That's because indigo was literally the cheapest clothes die in Japan. Blue doesn't mean royal in Japan, it means practical.

Boro-Boro are "tattered rags." It was generally cheaper to repair clothes and so you'd end up with clothes over a hundred years old that were basically patchwork.

The kimono Luffy is wearing likely belonged to Tama's parents *and* grandparents before them. (Great-grandparents unlikely for spoiler SBS reasons). You won't see a lot of these left since they're associated with poverty so people destroyed them, but boro as a visible mending style is becoming popular due to Wabi-Sabi.

Wabi-Sabi is hard, debatably impossible to explain. It a deep philosophical idea on aesthetics that's been around a long time. A humble attempt: nothing is perfect, nothing is permanent, and nothing is truly complete. There is beauty in this.

Wabi-Sabi as an aesthetic tends towards asymmetry, roughness, and simplicity. But it's more complicated than that.

Anyway, I'm crying over this damn kimono.

Now im emotional too bc thats just 100% Luffy

The one who would be king being the only one in the tag wearing Boro clothing and what on earth is Luffy if not all you just said about Wabi-Sabi

[mybeingthere]

Our times of excesses and overproduction elevated Japanese boro style and sashiko stitch into desirable art forms.  

"Central to boro is the concept of finding beauty in mending—that nothing should ever be wasted, and that imperfections have their own subtle and simple appeal.‘Boro’ more or less translates as ‘ragged’ or ‘tattered’. 

For Japanese peasants of the Edo period, it was utterly necessary to get the maximum wear and use out of their textiles, so no scrap of fabric was ever thrown away. At the time, Japanese peasants (particularly in the north) didn’t have access to durable cotton fabric and had to make do with homespun hemp fabric, which would typically show signs of wear more quickly.

"Using fabric scraps dyed with indigo or brown earthy tones, garments were continually mended and passed down over generations. Each additional scrap of fabric—with its own unique story—would come to map the family’s history and heritage. The evolution of patterns and motifs in the reinforcement stitching (sashiko) added beautiful decorative touches to these garments."

https://indigoniche.com/.../boro-stitching-introduction.../

http://www.amusemuseum.com/english/boro/index.html

[swallowsummer]

Had a cosy crafting session with mum and she marked out her more complex sashiko patterns on tissue paper before pinning it to the fabric. Have to admit I had my doubts as I was stitching, and it was trickier to get through the layers, but it was worth it for the big reveal.

Do wish I had used a grid originally with this - it was another mend of a mend. There are a few iffy patches where the original lines weren’t quite even, but other than that I’m really pleased with it. If the original proportions had been correct, it would have been a miniature version of the bamboo pattern above.

[mamedorilabo]

Spring has just around the corner.

The sunlight has started to reach my studio. It is proof that the sun is getting higher. I love my house & studio surrounded by trees.

Accordingly, I feel like creating with spring-like colors. There are a lot of color varietions of plaid patterns in Japan. I made these from old Japanese fabrics.

There are This white cloth is made by a weaving technique called shijira-ori. It is wavy and used mainly for summer kimonos.

I recently gave a workshop on visible mending. I will have two more workshops this month. I will report on them in the next issue. See you soon!

[glyphreader]

Veiled Ascension (Murders at Karlov Manor Commander No. 18, Illus. Domenico Cava)

The afterlife is an area of Ravnican afterlife is an area that's surprisingly unexplored. Sure, we all know that the souls of many people get bound to the Orzhov and continue to hang around as indebted ghosts. And in the past, there used to be the pocket plane of Agyrem (also known as the Ghost Quarter), which led to even more ghosts being around (since the Mending, this has since been resolved).

However, beyond all the ghost-related stuff, the lore is pretty vague. Is there an underworld or heavenly realm that people go to after they die? There are angels on Ravnica - but then again, in Magic, angels are first and foremost constructs of pure white mana and not necessarily messengers of some kind of god.

So what is happening in the art in Veiled Ascension? The people depicted here don't seem to be ghosts - they're very much made of flesh and blood, not wispy smoke or bright glowing spirit energy. Considering this, the illustration seems to show some kind of rapture event, where people are literally (and also metaphorically?) lifted into heaven. However, since it is shown on only one card and happenings like this don't get mentioned in the story or anywhere else, it can't be that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.

The card doesn't have any flavor text, but maybe we can extrapolate from the rules text a bit. The mechanics care about disguised and cloaked creatures. Aside from disguised criminals, face-down creatures in MKM are also flavored as regular people/nobodies. So the people depicted here are probably guildless commoners.

Another point worth noting is that the rules text doesn't mention the graveyard. The name and the imagery make it feel very afterlife-y. But there's also the possibility that this ascension isn't related to death. Based on these observations, I think there are two possibilities:

The card depicts living commoners that are being given wings as some sort of magical favor.

The card depicts the dead bodies of commoners being exalted and lifted into some sort of heavenly afterlife.

Either way, it seems like this event is not connected to any kind of guild activity. It's too benevolent / non-profit oriented for the Orzhov, and too peaceful for the Boros. Given the absence of "celestial gods" on Ravnica (opposed to the Old Gods of the earth associated with the Gruul), my conclusion for now is that Veiled Ascension represents the white mana of Ravnica acting on its own, as an ambient natural force, to reward the good deeds of commoners who have gone unrecognized. If they are dead, maybe they are lifted towards the sun and merged with the white mana of the plane. If they are living, maybe a flight on magical wings represents the turning point in their life, when they are freed from their hardships.

White mana "erratically" acting on its own, without any focus or agent, would also explain why the cloaks-turned-wings are so unsymmetrical and messy. White mana is manifesting, just like it does when angels are created - but in an uncontrolled, imperfect way. Going by this interpretation, it couls also mean that the artificialness of the plane has warped and transformed its mana flow, which has limited its abilities to affect the world "naturally."

Random side note at the end: While a lot less scary, the figures in this art strongly remind me of the Pilgrim Butterflies in the Dark Souls games. Not only are there some visual similarities - similar to the butterflies, they're also not explained and left open to interpretation. I think Fromsoft-style indirect worldbuilding works really well in Magic.

[tyaudahlah]

I'm torn apart between,

"Uang THR 80% nya harus gue tabung karena mulai bulan depan income gue ga akan sama lagi. Inget, semua butuh duit, mending disimpen daripada boros 😇"

VS

"Gue udah capek2 kerja sampe nangis dan sakit2 badan, apa salahnya sih beli sendal sama makeup sekali-kali?? 👿"

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

[dhiraksara]

Punya biaya, malah buat bangun kamar mandi baru---yang enggak jelas tujuannya buat apa. Katanya buat nanti kalau mau buka toko di halaman depan tuh biar ada kamar mandinya. Rencana mau bangunin toko buat aku sama adik-adik, YANG MANA AKU DAN ADIK-ADIKKU UDAH PUNYA KERJAAN SENDIRI-SENDIRI YANG LEBIH JELAS.

Kayak.... mubazir sekali Anda ini. Daripada modalin bikin toko yang aku belum tahu buat usaha apa (karena usahaku yang sekarang pun sifatnya mobile), mending modalin beli kamera (karena aku lebih butuh sebagai budak kongten, wqwq).

Privilese emang senyata itu. Baru ngerasain banget kalau privilese adalah sebuah kemewahan. Mulai iri sama temen-temen yang punya privilese koneksi dari ortu, dimodalin sama ortu, didukung sama ortu. Boro-boro modal dan koneksi, dukungan aja masih mbuh-mbuhan awkakwoak. Etapi ibuk masih dukung penuh apa yang kulakukan sih wkwk makasi Ibukk.

Malah yang kasih dukungan selain ibuk dan fasilitas selama ini tuh Pakdhe. Awalnya kuniatkan buat pinjem uang buat nunjang fasilitas. Izin ibuk dulu, memberanikan diri buat petung alus sama Pakdhe (BARU PERTAMA KALI SEUMUR IDUP AQU PETUNG PINJEM UANG KAYAK GINI COYYY), jebul malah dikasih cuma-cuma. Ya Allah, semoga Pakdhe selalu dikelilingi kebaikan dan diberi kesehatan. 🥲🥹🫶

Usaha udah mulai jalan pelan-pelan, sekarang lagi butuh modal buat kamera (syukur-syukur ada tambahan buat beli Pixel (lagi) wkwk). Terus tahu kalau tetiba Bapak bangun kamar mandi yang fungsinya aja aku belum paham ini rasanya mendidih sekali.

Ya Allah YME. Itu duit buat belanja bahan bangunan dan gaji tukang bisa kali ya kasih ke aku buat tambahan modal beli kamera. Atau modalin buat kamera sekalian dah. Biar aku ngerasain dapet privilese ortu, gitu. Awoakwoakwok. 🥹😭🥹😭🥹

Ya sudahlah ya. Memang takdirnya disuruh usaha cari modal sendiri aowkaowka. Semoga lancar selalu, diberi kemudahan, dan juga kesehatan jiwa raga!! (Kemarin sempet gil4 soalnya, awoakowka). ~~~

[linz-creations]

How it starter: feeling a breeze where there should be no breeze.

How it is going: embellished and first repair of this style and, more importantly, no more breeze!

I have a love of visible mending so this a fun first attempt at sashiko or boro stitching no going over fancy about and a good first try using it with a shiny polyester thread. I may go embroidery thread next time tho.