The Death Of A HoodieMy favourite hoodie died.
My favourite hoodie did die!
It’s black and monkish and made out of some polynylon fibre that’s probably not eco-friendly, but it was sweatshop cheap and made me feel safe, as I’ve written elsewhere here. Zip related terminal illness.
I went looking for a replacement but they were all so ostentatious.
Today I took a needle and long piece of blue woollen thread and sewed it up tight. I’m not a seamless seamstress but it seems to be holding together so far. I might not be able to wear it for formal dinner parties anymore but it’s keeping February off the back of my neck.